He Calls Me Poem by JR Cuyam
He Calls Me
From my moral fiber into his image,
God is shaping me
through trials and tribulations,
He's refining me
Out of the darkness into his calling
He unconditionally brought me
and chose me for his glory
Oh, who am I?
And how can he call a mess like me?
I fail, I commit mistakes over and over again
But I realized that it's all about Him, not me
He's the one making a history, not mine story
So, His grace, and the holiness of whom he is
has made me who I am today.
It's not always easy, nor is it learned so readily by so many. One is fortunate to learn and understand God and his ways. Once we understand God, understanding one's self and calling become more attainable.
Thanks for your kind invite to share this beautiful poem of yours. Yes it's God who made us and who is behind us always.A creditable write.Best wishes. Chandra Thiagarajan
What a humble message, the light of God shines from this inspiring write! !
thats true, he is the one behind us.. I just luvd your poem.. Keep sharing.. :)
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I would like to translate this poem
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Very nice. Yes, we are His representative, nothing else. Loved your thought.