Poetry

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1 Corinthians 1: 26-31 (KJV)
1 Samuel 16: 6-13 (KJV)
1 Peter 2: 9-10 (KJV)

When God desires to make a man, or a King, or a servant, a leader, that His praises we might with us bring, to celebrate our great God, what He does, who He is, and to Him alone the praises of His glory we may sing, and celebrate with our God, This One who makes a man a king,
This person might be in a long line with others who seem more qualified, stronger, born of a noble birth, But in His divine choosing, The good Lord sees an ordinary shepherd, and from Heaven’s view, He sees true value, true treasure, true worth,
Because it is God alone who can see not how we at times may see, For when He so chooses a person, anyone, whoever it might be, to accept the precious gift of His salvation, to become His servants here on earth, He chooses you, He chooses me.
Because this is how He sees, He chooses us not for how wise or well learned we are, not even for how strong, not for how we were born on this earth, But He out of love for us, sees if we have the Son in us, and He alone gives our life real meaning, purpose, and worth,
Weak and strong alike, born of nobility, or born in an alleyway with no shelter, in complete poverty, wise and learned, and the one with much they feel they do not know, Be certain of this one thing, that all ground is level at the foot of the cross, and there is still room for many more, we all must kneel there, and when we do, when we walk through Heaven’s open door,

When God then saves a man, a woman, boy, or girl, There is no way for us to say how the Father can use any of us, all of us, to touch the world, For God is not restrained, His hands not tied, that he cannot use many or only a few, even only one, to touch another heart and life, with the light that comes shining through us, the light of God’s own Son.
This is what happens when God makes a man a king, a woman a queen, He clothes us all with heavenly garments, prepares for us a feast with the heavenly Father, and places upon the finger a golden ring, all of Heaven rejoices, and the angels begin to sing, Praises, All praises, to The Lamb alone, To the only real worthy One who sees us how only He can, and gives to a wretch and lowly beggar, a brand new name, a brand new mansion, a heavenly home.

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