Chosen One

Someone sent this poem:

"Chosen One"

'Tis thee, My Child, I have chosen
Yea, in the furnace of thine affliction.
I did seek to redeem and refine thee,
Though not with silver of majesties,
Nor gold, nor extravagant frivolity,
Nor for any act of generous chivalry.
Nay, but t'was for Mine own sake that I did.
For how shall My name be polluted?
With thy life, if thou wilt only let it be so,
I would that mercy and blessings o'erflow!
Trust, My child, trust My hand,
It framed the heavens, sea, and land!
It mounted the planets, sun, and moon,
It lit each twinkling star, just for you.
It seeks to form thee into an instrument of glory
That'll shout praises to My name throughout eternity.
Ne'er in all thy days wilt thou regret this choice,
If thou wouldst but heed My spirit's gentle voice.
And if thou wilt My commandments hearken,
There shan't e'er a doubt thine spirit darken.
For thou cans't always know to look on high,
To thine Heavenly Father, Who e'er is nigh.
Thy peace, like an endless flowing river, shall be,
Thy righteousness, as countless waves of the sea.
With an everlasting love have I sought to draw thee,
Willn't thou deliver Me thy chains? I will set you free.
Fall at My feet, when thine strength is gone and thou art feeble,
For 'tis there that I shall give thee wings to soar with the eagle.
Surrender the broken pieces thou'rt weary of trying to carry,
Daddy'll put them back together, just give them to Me.
I long to be thine only source of strength, to be thine all in all.
To hold thine hand in Mine, and catch thee, shouldst thou fall.
Oh, Beloved, 'tis thee I have chosen!
Willn't thou also choose Me?