To Which Image Should We Cling

I am but one now, and not another prior Never before have I trodden this path Never before have I lived this hour I need not do the history or the math If my history consisted of endless days If my distant past revealed a different me I'd be, not human, but divine and amazed I would not need a savior to set me free My purpose, built-in with destiny; set with attention My future status will be far more than 'An also ran' My origin was formed with precision and intention Moreover, my past was not happenstance but planned To a past that never was will I not CLING My existence is not a multiple-choice test Never upon a fantasy will I place my being But upon much surer promises, I will rest So, with certainty, I CLING to the image-maker I am neither puzzled by fate nor by the lottery I was created by one who is a promise keeper I am nestled in the bosom of the Almighty