Destiny Mine_Life Poem

Destiny Mine

                                                                      A market place indeed
                                                                      full of noises and greed
                                                                      Kings, princes and paupers
                                                                      Lords, masters and their maids
                                                                      Jostle in frenzied craze

This can never be home!

Just a trip, weary roam
My own destination

                                                                      is not at all here
                                                                      but with Him who had me
                                                                      begotten of His own

Through The Son's offering

                                                                      And made me full of worth,
                                                                      my loss of one hair strand
                                                                      calls for heavn's inventory
                                                                      Pre-destined to His being
                                                                      To inherit things all

Destiny mine.
Yours too, could be!

A Personal Relationship With Jesus

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