The Called
A short poem about following your consciousness to find self
“…If ye continue in my word, then are ye my disciples indeed;…” (St. John 8:31).
The Called
God hasn’t called you to just work Struggling and barely surviving the dirt He has mainly called you to win Be thankful & proud to the very end When that friend, turns their back Approach with love, and not attack When that job, no longer there God’s got a lamb in the bush somewhere When mother and father are gone Remember, God can’t do any wrong Those that are called by his name No matter what, will triumph just the same If you are one of the chosen called Don’t you worry, just be, stand tall To be called, an honor bestowed by God Load his word, on your new iPod In the end, it’s all your’s to win Just don’t give in, yourself to sin That blocks God’s channel through you flow Missing blessings after blessings as you go Know that only the strong survive Provided you’ve got God on your side The called are the leaders of the day Showing others the road to freedom way Be as the lilies of the field, birds in the air Knowing God is there with love to spare Be thankful for being the called Set apart, Godlike, most of all.
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