Oh what a privilege to be called among the
chosen. Yes many are called but few chosen
To be called
a son of a King whose throne knows no end
A King whose power
can’t be compared
Oh what a
privilege to be loved by a Father whose love knows no end
He even knows the
number of the hairs on my head
When life load
becomes too heavy for me to bear, He said in Mathew 11"Come to me, all you
who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and
learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for
your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
What a Father,
what a Friend What a Love
Oh what a
privilege to be comforted, cared for by a Friend, whose being there every step
of the way, guiding me, teaching me and leading me every step I take
Wow! Even when I am
hungry He feeds me, He said in Mathew 7 "Ask and it shall be given"
My Friend and
Father, He is always with me guiding me, protecting me, I no longer fear, I No
longer tremble because greater is He that is in me than He that is in the world
Even in my darkest
moment, when all my friends deserted me
I call His name
and just like that He brings me close to his warm embrace, shelters me in His
love and reminds me how special I am, He also tells me that He is with me
always.
Oh what a
privilege to be a Child of the Most High
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