Oh yes, I am chosen.
Before the foundation of the world, He knew my name,
Set apart was I, by the hand of the Almighty,
Chosen not by my might, but by His grace.
I walking in His promise, sealed by His love,
An heir to a Kingdom that reign supreme.


They asked, “Who are you?”
I said, “I am a vessel of onto glory,
I am vessel onto honour,
A vessel of He who is the “I am that I am.
A light in the darkness, called to be bold.
For the Lord Himself laid upon me His glorious purpose,
Crafting every one of my trials into testimony.


Through every storm that comes my way, I am not alone,
His Spirit is my anchor, my shield, my song.
He said to me child, you are chosen!
Oh yes, I am CHOSEN!
I am, A CHOSEN!
Not by the will of man, but by the call of God,
Whispered into life existence a destiny divine,
His breathe gave me life.


When the world tries to tear me down,
I stand firm, clothed in His strength and righteousness.
No weapon formed against me shall prosper,
For the Lord is my fortress, my champion, my Redeemer.
He said to me child, you are chosen!
Oh yes, I am CHOSEN!
I am, A CHOSEN!
His word is my foundation,
His truth is my guide.
I walk by faith, not by sight,
For I know the One who goes before me.
For he is the equal of no man or being.


Even in the valley of shadows,
I fear no evil, for His rod and staff comfort me.
He prepares a table for me in the presence of my enemies,
My cup overflows with His goodness and blessings.
He said to me child, you are chosen!
Oh yeah, I am CHOSEN!
I am, A CHOSEN!
Not for my glory, but for His,
A witness to the world of His unending grace.
By His blood, I am redeemed,
By His hand, I am led.

When you know it's not you
Then you’ve known another

But is it friend or foe
For you or against you

Your saviour or jailer
Your master or helper

It may oppose but it's not enemy
It rather flatters for pride leads to fall

Perhaps it's neither for you nor your foes
But for itself as it befits its own

If asked it will say it is what it is
And what another may say I don't know

Are we only spiritually one
A glide or mask
Love burning task
Chosen red brick
Dreaming what's real
Or forever to be tricked
Building sea castle home
The chosen one alone

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Is the chosen one cleverly smart?
What's truly inside our hearts
Only one wish
Stars and the moon rush
Shinning on one thought
Cheeks glow feather light- blush
Like unique creation
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Follow your mission
Be happy make a
new transition  
The chosen one

The making of every man begins before the union of the cell of his mother with that of his father; one thing leading to another

This always lies on strings of varied decisions which needs to meet in one way or the other for destiny to balance on in order to get to her creating destination

Before mine, some ***** went down the drain with some pain; a sign of womanhood and fertility

Before mine, some sea of men only flowed in and out because there was none in the house to recieve any of those cells to grow and make it out alive
So they returned a waste

At all those times when pulses elevated beyond normal and hormones of the souls which brought about my existence went busily crisscrossing each other to get the job done,
Those fallen ones were expendable decoys sacrificed to achieve emotional satisfaction

It was so, many times but my time was not cos destiny had it all planned and that plan got my batch to come at the right time

Scientists say it's the fittest and quickest that makes it out as another human but my case was so different

On that day
In the council of those brothers and sisters
The floor was given to each of us to make a case on the reason to be the one to go out in flesh

We all had the opportunity and everyone made a case

Each one of them presented intellectually satisfying arguments backed by illustrations that made decision making a difficult one

Finally the platform was given me and the room was so quiet you could hear the even the humans outside at the time

"I don't have a thing I can say I'm going out there to do in particular", I said

"I'm representing you all"

"The educators, I will be there for you
The health enthusiasts ,your job will be done
The other humanitarians, am going out for you"

"The intellectuals, trust me
The musicians, your songs would be heard
The artists, I will be there to uncover your insights
The spiritual ones, the work is going to be done
The poet's  your works will definitely see the light of the days
The athletes and sports personalities, I will put in my best to represent you"

After everything, the applause said it all and the rest is history

Therefore when the going gets tough and giving up seem the easiest option, I remember I'm not here for myself
I'm a representative of a batch of brothers and sisters who never made it out alive

Though scientists say it was a race, mine wasn't

I didn't race, I was chosen

His right is right
And so's His left.
His burden's light
Despite its heft.

Easy's His yoke,
And, I attest,
A spirit broke
Is also blessed.

The ones who accepts you for who you are no matter what

The ones who'll travel through all of time and space just to save you

The ones who'd do anything for you to be in their life

The ones who would do anything to see you smile

The ones who stayed up all night worrying cause they care about you

Their the ones who's family whether or not of it being a chosen one or by blood

Cause That's What Love Is

When you´ve never been the chosen one in younger years,
And you still aren´t the chosen one in adult years,
It feels like a lifelong grief
That´ll never end...

I pity the flower who is chosen
her craftsmanship wasted
beauty nor skill will save her
if a human hand picks

it is not lucky to be chosen