Matthew 12:18

"Here is my servant whom I have chosen, the one I love, in whom I delight; I will put my Spirit on him, and he will proclaim justice to the nations." - Matthew 12:18

Spiritual duties make my chest heavy with obligation
but the expectations are invigorating 
I feel pressures, but also more inclined 
He delights in me He has chosen ME
of all people, from any nation
me


Spiritual obligation sounds derogatory 
mostly just intimidating, sky-scrapper high
I can proclaim justice to the nations?
of all people, to any nation?
me?


Derogatory as it may sound,
I want nothing more than to be a servant
Proud I am, but stupid I am not
I'll serve on my knees, humbly
to disappoint Him would end me
of all people, of all nations.
me

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