HE CALLS ME HIS BELOVED!

Out of the miry clay He calls me His beloved and gives me beauty for ashes - I walk in the sunshine of His love - I am His and He is mine - I am in the place of peace and serenity  -  all is well -  His eye is always on me - He knows my name - He calls me His beloved - the path before me is made straight - He has removed the debris, stumbling blocks and hindrances - He has taken them away by the blood of the cross of Calvary - He calls me His beloved and I know it is true - He prepared a Lamb for me - to bring me back to His side - with Him I shall forever abide - the gift of God to bring eternal life - so that I will live with Him -  He loves me more than I can imagine -  His throne of grace I come to bow - in reverence, humility and awesome wonder - as He bids me come -

He calls me His beloved!

He calls me His beloved - and my heart is full of love for my Savior and Redeemer - my soul is satisfied - nothing else can compare - there is none greater than He - God of the impossible - Omnipotent, Almighty, Glorious, Righteous, Wonderful is His name - He calls me His beloved - and the forces of Hell cannot claim me - I put on the whole armor of God - I submit and surrender to His majesty at His throne of Grace - He calls me His beloved - and I am clothed in righteousness and holiness - He has wrapped me in angels wings - I am under His protection - I am safe in His arms - He calls me His beloved and I am more than a conqueror - I am victorious - I am the sheep of His pasture - only goodness and mercy follow me - all the days of my life - and I will dwell in His house - for He

Calls me and all who believe - His beloved!

Bernetha F. Wise

Poetrywriter4god

April 15, 2009

Revised January 18, 2015