Of all of them...

Of all the flowers in his field,
he chose me to be this one,
never just to die and fade away,
but to be beautiful...
for Him.

Of all the notes in his song,

he wanted me to be this one,

never to sing without a heart,

but to bring tears...

to His eyes.

Of all the jewels in his crown,
he chose me to be this one,
never to rust or lose my shine,
but to sparkle...
for Him.

Of all the dancers on his floor,
he wanted me to be this one,
never to tire of the dance,
but to twirl endlessly...
in His arms.