Chosen Vessel
I will not die but live, and will proclaim what the lord has done.
The lord has chastened me severely but has not given me over to death.
Psalms 118: 17-18
God blew his breath of life into my soul
Bringing forth an invitation to salvation
When I made that choice
The choice to side with the good
Dusting my feet from evil
I entered an eternal battle
The righteous will conquer if they simply withstand
The taunting laughter spews from temptations mouth
For he expects the elite to fail
Grace continues to remind us to look ahead, reminding us to no loose our focus
“Destiny lies just ahead” grace utters, “Just hold on a little longer.”
I feel into a pit
A deep pit surrounded by sickness and disease
Doubt lie in wait for me
The enemy had giving doubt specific instructions
Demanding that he entangle me
Hand and hand day and night
The enemy attempted to drown my soul through manipulation and guilt
My hands grasped on to the edge of the cliff
Fear looked on as my life dangled
Deaths stomach began to growl
Hoping I would dropp into his hands
But behold who has the last word
The one who gave authority over this very test
Pulling me out of the mud and mire
He place my feet on new ground
Giving me a firm place to stand
I am
His chosen vessel
By Shannon Hogan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem