Am I a thread
So deliberately placed in God's eternal tapestry
To weave in and out of the vision
Or am I free-wheeling, aimlessly unraveling
Am I entitled to choice?
Or, be it greater, choice is a gift to me
When the creases of a smile
Form around my lips
And, a deeper joy, forming beneath my eyes
Laced with comfort pure
My God created me, bone and teeth,
To smile on,
I have a choice.
Should I relish that tinge of failure,
Should I grasp for the bell that rings out the quitter's call,
Could I surrender the Holy Grail,
As if I was not born of a Creator at all?
How bold, nay, stupid
Beyond foolish, would I be
Not to kiss the earth in thanks!
Every hour of every day of the week
Possible course of action
Possibilities and options
Opting for an alternative
Decisions, decisions running rampant
My blood courses with good will
Thy will be done
As on earth as it is in Heaven,
I will choose to give my all, to you O God
For when bad blood trickles inevitably,
I am well aware of when it does,
It's my duty and honor to absolve it
To illuminate darkness with Your light from above
The bittersweet flavor of sin
I do enjoy the taste
But, oh, the steepest price I pay!
In both retrospect and foresight, it's never worthwhile
I have choice.
Choice, as it was and is, gifted to us
My Lord God, wise and all-knowing, was too kind to me
To allow us to obtusely roam, meandering and free
The shackles are self-inflicted! Don't we know that by now
Gratitude is the wind
Propelling us to the one, true north
Can I be thankful? In joy and wrath?
If you are lost in decision, do not fret!
He will always bring you home
To the warmth and center of redemption
Turn your head, in slight, to Him
And you'll see the choice was already made.
I have a choice
I was born to choose
My indecision does not exist in You
O Lord God
You won't turn away,
Your love won't fade
I chose You long ago, and will do so every single day.