And That's The Thing

And that's the thing
About being chosen
You always think
It's about you.

But what if the thing
Is all about the chooser
And what he chooses
For you to do?

That would be sad
If we missed all that
Unable to see,
Forever trapped
In a prison of me.

We'd miss the very thing
Standing right there,
The only thing,
Swing wide the gates
Behold the king.

Acts 7

See this poem @ His Newsman

by J Alan R
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