Poetry

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All I have is all I need,
   the rest is not for me.
I am born of a holy seed
   loved by One unseen.
No reason for anger, or for fear,
   mine is not my own.
My destiny is being here,
   according to the Throne.

In this Love I have my place,
   like a home away from Home.
Anticipating a wondrous Face
   of One in Whom I'm known.
He has His place as my Father,
   a Truth He delights in,
      with care for me like no other,
         leading me with His wisdom.

I am graced with this gift,
   a most special, singular relation.
Raised up from a dire rift
   to enjoy its exploration.

All His blood was not for Him
   but for those in need.
From what I know of my sin
   no one needed like me.
He was there for our sin,
   not for His own pleasure.
Knowing this, we'll be like Him,
   walking in similar measure.

We then know joy of losing self
   and meeting the needs of others.
In this, He will be our Help,
   to raise up sisters and brothers.
In both success and in failure,
   we'll know Jesus better.
      in knowing Him as Lord and Savior,
         keeping His word to the letter.

All one needs is to be born
   of His holy seed.
When from our debt we are shorn
   we'll see we've all we need.

© 11-5-2010

Based on: John 17:3

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