Waiting, crowded together, self-conscious tweens,
Which would it be, third draft or picked and coolness redeemed.
Never last choice but somewhere lost in the throng
Regular Joe, kinda ok, not the troubled one, but not the lead in the play.
Words infiltrating, invading, seeping and swirling
True identity getting lost in the churning.
Mediocre Average Moderate
Second rater middling Soso
fair Run of the mill
Smashing down the not enoughness under feet
Spirit inviting to gaze at place card near heavenly seat
Chosen to be His before the foundations set
Not a liability but a kingdom asset
My thinker rejoiced over, my fast pleasing
With joy and pride Papa is beaming
Picked first to dance with the king
He exalts me as I worship him.
I am The Joy set before
Exclusively loved and adored
Exquisitely formed in the image of
Nothing average about his love.
No thing lacking in luster
No working for or need to muster
Created by the master
First rate crafter