Not My Choice

Feeling the warmth of the sun
Sitting amongst Gods’ beauty that abounds
The rivers, the birds the wind in the trees
Making music with their God given sounds
Like everything around me, I am here
Because He wants me to be
Reflecting on that wonderful day
When He opened my eyes to see
I was a lost sinner without any hope
Till that day I heard His voice
Salvation was mine when He called me
It was His will, not my choice.

– niz

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