A celebration of purpose   Leave a comment

Before the worlds were made,
God chose to make me,
No mean chance that I am here,
A sense of destiny and purpose do appear,
When I consider that God has plan,
Not haphazard in the making of a man.
Some made for noble others ignoble,
Such is the purpose of the Maker.
For His Glory all is made,
For His Pleasure everything is.
The good and the ill,
Have their place, until
One day we shall behold His face.
Chosen are we,
For good or ill
To bow to the Master’s will.

Simon Thomas


Posted September 8, 2009 by Reformed and renewed in poem

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