The Stars of Fate

Freewill and sovereignty oppose and we’re not sure of all we know
As we attempt to navigate this life
But I’ve a view some steps above, so I can see the shape of Love
As by my faith my vision is made sight

And I’m subject to the stars of fate, but I’m the one who chose their place
Partnering in spirit and in truth
With He who made us who we are, now I’m creator of the stars
And together We make all things absolute

Walking on a path that’s straight, I can seem to hesitate
I’m not sure of what I don’t understand
For I’ve complete freewill and choice, but sovereignty still has a voice
And my life’s path has already been planned

But if I ascend above the Tapestry, beyond a single Thread I’ll see
How choice and sovereignty are really One
For before time We made Our choices and yet right here in this moment
We alter works that have always been done

Now as the maker of the stars, I can attest to where We are
As I bend and submit to Holy Will
Who is forever above me, even so One We’ll ever be
For my Heart is forever His as well

And thus sovereignty and choice now coincide in this One Voice:
As His Heartbeat and Mine, forever One
Our Nature unites opposition, and I am king in my submission
My Life is planned and still yet to become.

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