Nurtured
Am I determined?
Am I nothing but a domino?
An effect and a cause, yet nothing more?
What say thee?
Why do I do the things I do?
The way I talk
The way I think,
Indeed I’m free only in His sovereignty;
I have cause to make
They have been pre-written
Yet they are mine to make,
Oh dangerous love that is choice
All possibilities, nay, all in His will possible
Holocausts to feasts, honeymoons to murders
Submission and rebellion, love and hatred
Only in the sweet, dangerous gift of choice.
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