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You Chose Me

by Raydene Nash

Kicking legs and flailing arms, you chose me
When born a babe, skin covered up with scales,
You'd born my sicknesses in agony
When You were hanging on the cross by nails.
You chose me when I felt unwanted, shamed
By other children keeping to their groups,
Then with a guy off and alone nicknamed
A Rhino when I didn’t catch the scoop.
Rejected, giving what was only mine,
Delving into dirty habits daily,
When You took on the devil serpentine,
By Your blood you'd won the right to claim me.
You, Lord, are my Sabbath rest for every day,
By faith I enter in the narrow way.

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