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}