Jeremiah 1:5 

5 “Before I formed you in your mother’s womb I chose you.

Before you were born I set you apart.

I appointed you to be a prophet to the nations.”

 

Used to be

 

I wish I could understand you, but you’re just like me

An open book with pages where I need to fill the blanks

Always in search for proof and pretending to be free

As storms within rage at the expanse of the whole clan

 

I used to be so different far before I was ever born

Fancy free and happy beyond my understanding

Then I came in deliverance to fill hunger long forlorn

In call of mom and pappy united deep in pretending

 

I entered the world with a cry when someone slapped my behind

All wet was for sure the first moment my Mom saw me

Now I wonder why in this intriguing world of mine

How I will endure when my last breath fleets from me?

 

 

Jan Wienen