I Am

I am the general of my life;
the writer of my sonnet;
I open the pages of my book;
and write my life upon it.

I am the diesel engine;
racing down the track;
if I run out of fuel,
I won’t be coming back.

I painted a great masterpiece;
my life contained within it.
I have paint for another;
when shall I now begin it?

I am nothing but a servant;
serving the omnipotent king;
how may I serve His needs;
when He owns everything.

I am the Master’s chef;
creating life’s great feast;
when the meal is complete;
I’m again His very least.

I started life as a thought;
upon the Master’s mind;
and tribulations brought;
a man God has refined.

I’ve finished this life’s story;
I’ll leave this stage, because;
to Him belongs all glory;
and I’ve become: “I was”.