Silly Me, Silly You, Silly Us

Silly me,
thinking I could ever be
more than God intended.
He loves me as I am,
with the gifts and talents that He foreknew,
bestowed,
quickened and
would perfect from before time,
revealing them in due course —
declaring them end to beginning.
Why?
You! Me! That’s why!
In the fullness of time all good things come,
and you, Oh Christian, are the fruit picked —
good,
perfected,
in the blood of the Lamb.
For His namesake.

Silly me, silly us
that I ever thought it was me, you — us
to take credit;
no, not at all.