He Chose Me

He chose me before He formed me in my mother’s womb, when I burst into the room.
When I took my first breath, and as they laid me on my mother’s chest, when I started to crawl, when I was learning to walk, when I would fall.
He chose me through it all, when I started to school, when I didn’t follow all the rules.
When I fell on my knees, and asked Him to forgive me.
He chose me, and I let Him come in.
He has to be invited, for a gentleman never forces His way in.
He chose me to be His friend.

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