The Gift God Gave Me
I feel a sadness; in the depths of my being;
I’m old; and living alone;
I know; I’ve come from a realm, unseen;
and find myself longing for home.
I feel as tho I lived more than one life;
I’ve loved; and lost; twice before;
I’d thought I’d found my perfect wife;
until death slammed the door.
I’ve spent a lifetime in search of a purpose;
wondering what I was to be;
I longed to become in the Master’s service;
but felt it just wasn’t for me.
Surely my Lord has some purpose for me;
his omniscience implies that there is;
there must be something to say or to be,
deep in my heart; I know I am his.
I feel like a character in a movie or play;
erased from life’s next page;
no longer relevant; I’m just in the way;
one of life’s extras; backstage.
Although I’m on the backstage of life;
there is something I’ve yet to do;
there is reason; behind all of my strife;
and the same can be said of you.
I thought of writing my sad life story;
then God allowed me to see;
writing poems; to give God the glory;
love was the gift, God gave me.
Monty 9.23.25. # 2,985