When everything in me gets cast down;
I am given a moment of choice to hold on 

A choice to look up and choose His rest;
As the Spirit whispers gently, “It’s your best”

Heaven cheers me louder than ‘letting go’,
Even when the whole lot wants to settle low.

“Child, choose this life which is all for you,
And you are more than the stumps in que”

He talks into my ears to see me triumph;
Which in that moment is more than enough.

But, I fail to choose those leadings of love;
I lashed and withdrew my hands from above. 

I stumbled, I fell, I lost it another time,
The conqueror I professed gave into every dime. 

Tears of grief rolled down in regret and shame;
“Will He talk again”, in doubt I took the blame.

I wished I could hide and run away from myself;
Aid to haste threw me to, ‘do it yourself’

In that moment, He knelt closer than before,
His tender voice echoed, “I AM YOUR FATHER”

“You will overcome, becasue I overcame;
A new beginning, I’ll fan into flame.


I chose you then, I choose you now and always;
Victory of grace has marked your days.”

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