I Am The Chosen Poem by Sunny Grace

Struggling, Striving,
Tossed at sea.
Needed a Savior
To come rescue me.

Lost in myself,
Too tired to fight.
Bloodied and Bruised,
Couldn't see the light.

Tossing and turning,
Finding it hard to breathe.
Something was choking
The life out of me.

Just when I thought,
Of despair I would die,
You gave me the courage,
A reason to try.

I am an anchor,
A warrior with heart.
I am the Chosen,
Designed for this part.

I'm climbing this mountain,
No matter how tall
And leaving this desert
I'll try not to fall.

My heart it is firm,
Unwavering; Steadfast.
You will be First
And never be Last..

You love me, You love me,
You love me, You say.
'Keep your head up,
Keep coming my way.'

Emotions won't own me,
And blow me around.
I'm taking a Stand,
I'll shout a joyful sound!

So thank you, My Lord,
My Heart, My Love.
You are my Lover,
And I am Your Dove.

July 25,2009