A Destiny Of Futility
Every life wears its own cloak of destiny;
there are futures, that none can escape;
all of us have something; that’s meant to be;
that others regard a lucky break.
Everyone has their own gift or talent;
given, by the Master, above;
some cowards; become more valiant;
with God’s power and love.
Destiny is the future we cannot forgo;
though it requires God’s ability;
one must achieve it; in order to grow;
or face a destiny of futility.
Every destiny has a unique purpose;
significant beyond what we know;
usually hidden beneath the surface;
something to make love grow.
Everything was created for purpose;
without purpose; nothing would be;
each life will perform a unique service;
you must be you; and, I must be me.
All are significant in the Master’s plan;
a specific destiny; each must fulfill;
love is the purpose of a woman and man;
marriage is the Master’s eternal will.
Loneliness is only to last for a season;
to each, according to their ability;
all must find love to give life reason;
or be destined to a life of futility.
Monty 9.20.25. # 2,977