Monday, May 14, 2012

Chosen Generation

We are not just ‘playing house’
As we toil and plant earth’s sod
But we are treading moments
On a stairway up to God

We are not just biding time
Twixt rise and set of sun
But we will give account to Him
For every deed we’ve done

We are not flesh shadows
Skimming time’s brief, pallid glance
Nor drifting flukes of nature
Victim’s of circumstance

But we are precious creatures
Born with a living soul
For whom our pure Creator died
So that we may be whole

And we are born with purpose
Not meaningless off-spring
In a field of dandelions
We are children of a King

...born in His wondrous image
Knit together by the touch
Of a tender heavenly Father
Who loves us very much

© Janet Martin

 So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them. Gen. 1:27
But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. 1 Peter 2:9

For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son that whoever believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life.
For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him. John 3:16-17


  1. Few things I love during the mornings more than reading your poetry :-)

  2. OE, thank-you...with a few soft tears. Comments like this make writing worthwhile.

    thank-you again~


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