Chosen

I kept wondering when I would be called to do something
Big.
For me to cast out demons, or walk on water like you
Did.
Or for me to teach and to help and to
Save.
To be somewhat great and strong and
Brave.
For me to fight giants or fight enemies.
Or for me to kill lions and protect my
Sheep.
Or be able to stand up like Ester did to the
King.
But maybe I won’t get to do all those things.
Or maybe I won’t kill lions or stand up to
Kings.
But there’s so many things that I can
Do.
But I wasn’t ready to accept them and the choice is up to
You.
You may not walk on water or move mountains with a
Thought.
You may not kill giants or be strong like a
Rock.
But you can help the hungry or lead the lost to
God.
You can share kindness you can share God’s
Love
My name may not ever go down in
History.
But my name in God’s book will be enough for
Me.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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