On Grace

I suppose it would be ideal for me to save the sharing of this poem until Mother's Day, but I like the bulk of it too much to keep it for the right occasion. John Piper wrote this poem for his mother Ruth on Mother's Day one year:

On Grace
Some people tell me I was free,
When I believed in Christ;
And by my power got victory,
When all the world enticed.
I think they did not know my heart,
Nor theirs. Let it be said
That I for one had sought no part
In rising from the dead.
They wonder at the sovereign rights
That I allow my King,
And puzzle at the worship heights
To which His rule gives wing.
But I will rest God's grace today
On this (I need no other):
He did not give me any say,
But chose for me my mother.

Published in "Taste and See: Savouring the Supremacy of God in all of Life" (2005).