Would you be the Chosen of the Lord
With eyes that see, with ears that hear the Word
Burdened by the Tablets ,in great Awe
Would you ache to feel the Roman sword
To wear a crown of thorns on your head bared
Would you be the Chosen of the Lord?
Would you like to hear Kind David’s chord
To write the Psalms which only grief can bear
To hear God’s wish from Burning Bushes awed?
Would you persevere when hunted, scared
No praise for good, and tortured, unprepared
Would you be the Chosen of the Lord?
Would you be perfect ,agonised unspared
When God has hidden in a fox’s lair
Yet may whisper to the ones with ears?
Would you like to cleanse the world with tears
To walk condemned to death and no-one cared
Would you be the chosen of the Lord
To sense his message, bless us with its awe?


