Choice

I am a Slave to God
Yet a King in my choice
Submission to His Rod
Because I've been chosen

My Kingly Attire
I'm made in God's Image
His Eternal fire
But my privilege

My castle and my home
Loving Arms that greet me
Shelter beneath her dome
Likeness to God in We

Chosen generation
Of God's Kings and or Priest
With no hesitation
I serve God, but am least

As wild as all outdoors
Quiet and confident
Avoiding what allures
My gulf in God distant

I chose to live for God
And without exception
Mine Slavery, God's Wud
This Kingship's conception

All mine is God's glory
I am King of my choice
My life is God's story
And live in-spite the noise