The Lord had a plan

 

Haiku of the chosen

Before I was born

the Lord had a plan for me.

A disturbing thought.

In my mother’s womb

he gave me my name. I would

be his instrument.

I laboured in vain,

my words went unheard. I trust

God to console me.

I have been chosen

to call God’s scattered people,

Jacob, back to him

God becomes my strength.

A new task; not just Jacob,

but all the nations.

You will be a light;

God says, that my salvation

might reach all the earth.

Despised and abhorred,

God’s messenger will be heard.

All will come to God.

The Lord is faithful;

God’s chosen one will stand proud,

as the nations come.

© Ken Rookes 2023