Of all the apples on the old apple tree, why did God pick me? 
Did I look a little redder, a little juicer than the others he could see? 

Having no control over what I am, I'm so thankful He chose me. 
Others were left for a later time,  it's all beyond me. 

It's what our Father wanted for His Banquet table. 
The prettiest the best the most glorious for all to see

Thank you, God, Thank you God for picking me. 
Oh God picks the Best for His Banquet Table for all his friends to see

Sometimes I think it's something I should do or it's left up to me
It's all in my Father's Hands, the plan he has for me. 

If I stay watered and fed in the Spirit of his love,
He will always have his eye on me. 

October 27, 2022
Mark Waldrop
Written for my friend
Jimmy Jack Miller NR4W