The Frozen Chosen

When I think of God's elect

I want to have utmost respect.

Somehow I cannot understand

This mysterious, wonderful plan.

The ones that should really run

Seem to just lie out in the sun.

They seem to want to be worldlier

With a flashy outfit and a wig curlier.

They are so laid back it appears

They are Satan's volunteers.

Looks is not the worst thing you see

It is they are loose with their liberty.

Love has flown out of the window now,

And selfishness is beating God's hour.

They say, "we can't afford to tithe."

Consider who is keeping you alive.

In my thinking something is wrong

Even if they do still sing that song.

Coming only late to God's house

They treat God like an old louse.

I am guilty of mistakes myself,

But somehow I seek God's health.

He and I are alone right now

I hope God sees me as His flower.

God's mercy is never ending,

And on Him I am depending!

God can thaw the deepest freeze;

So God's chosen need only believe!

Written by: Lena Kittrell

Copyright: Lena Kittrell