The Chosen Poem by Varghese J Kuttikat

Under the outstretched arms of the Lord sovereign
Let us all stretch our arms towards the Heaven
We shall all feel lifted up in spirits solemn
Thou raised the dreamer Joseph
Fit to be extolled by outpourings chosen
Salutations to the designer for the marvellous design
We feel we are the elect, the really chosen
O Lord! not on our merit, but on Thy compassion
And, of course, only those who dare Hell inherit Heaven
We are grateful for Thy bestowal of incredible benediction
And we plead with Thee: May our entire race be Thy chosen