After so many years, my mind still can’t seem to fathom,
That from every descendant in my past who survived relentless torment, you chose me to be among living now;
Despite all who existed throughout my history, to be present at such a time as this;
Out of curiosity, what did you see?
It would truly help me to know;
I find that in my moments of sorrow, it’s the mystery of your selection that gives me hope;
Meditating on the words you spoke in Jeremiah 1:5,
I can’t help but ascribe them as personalized note to me;
A sacred promise and assurance that you knew me before I was formed;
So after being born, you knew the mess I’d turn out to be;
Provoking the question of what qualities you deemed worthy for my preservation;
Is there an explanation my elementary intellect can comprehend?
Am I too inept to grasp the depth of your preference because at times, I feel like a mistake…
A waste of space that offers no real value for the investment made but don’t get me wrong,
By no means do I wish to dissuade your interest; nor do I intend to question your decision but to finally end this debate,
please tell me…
Was I the best candidate?
