The saints, O God, desired a share of You,
somehow they knew they had a special share
that from Your lottery of love they drew,
that everyone You've made possesses there.
Just as rain falls on the unjust and just,
so You reserve for us a special place,
yet by our faith and freedom we all must
decide to claim our own share with Your grace.
What do the saints know that they grasp theirs tight?
What do we lack that we're so shy and blind?
Are we not also open to the light?
Can we not be like them, loving and kind?
O God, I pray You help me soon to claim
the special share You've destined for my name.
-- by Pete Voelz 5/08
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