Chosen
Is it possible, can it be true?
That it wasn’t my choice to be chosen by you?
If it is possible, how can it be?
Out of all of the peopl;e, you chose to call me?
A sinner by nature, no good of my own,
Saved only by grace, through faith alone!
Father, is it possible, can it be true?
That I have indeed been chosen by you?
Nothing on my part, not even my will,
Could ever, no never-your law fulfill.
Not even your requirement, to ‘only believe’,
can be grasped by a sinner-who cannot recieve.
As a blind man cannot give himself sight,
As the darkness cannot make itself light.
As the dead man cannot will himself out the grave,
Only a sovereign God, can sovereignly save!
My will is corrupt, prone only to stray,.
It is you alone who leads me your way.
Should ever I think, I must keep myself right,
I soon realise I can’t win this fight.
In the heat of temptation- in the darkest hour-
I can only depend on your keeping power!
John Caldwell copyright 2007

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