It's My Choice
So small, so infinitismally small
Compared to the vastness of it all.
Yet Father made and loves me.
He put power in my untrained hands,
Thoughts in my untrained brain,
Yet Father made and loves me.
He gave me a tongue to use,
He gave it without a rein.
Yet Father made and loves me.
My brain can create bombs and germs,
I can kill millions by pressing a button,
Yet Father made and loves me.
My tongue can cause wars and destruction,
Set brother against brother, father against son,
Yet Father made and loves me.
Because He made and loves me,
I choose to plant a seed,
I choose to give a hug,
I choose to save a life,
I choose to do these things,
Because Father made and loves me.
© Dave Timperley 2012
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