Who I'm To Be

Who I’m To Be

What will I be; when I grow up;
such thoughts had puzzled me;
prehaps I’ll never be up to snuff;
to be what I was meant to be.

I had a few dreams of my future success;
I’d thought them, the Master’s will;
yet, when I prayed; I remained in duress;
the Master’s voice became still.

When others look; which me will they see;
a picture of love; or an old man, alone;
will they think me; what God meant me to be;
or do they see ashes; on their way home?

The life, I now live; is more like a tomb;
I feel buried neath reality’s surface;
instead, this kingdom is reality’s womb;
rebirth shall reveal its purpose.

We think that our life is a place for decision;
but, we are merely the Potter’s clay;
only the Master has the perfect vision;
sculpting perfection on each day;

Faith teaches us, that God be respected;
we’re his masterpiece; painted above;
each one, painted; must be perfected;
all his children are pictures of love.

I am God’s prodigal; trodding life’s path;
becoming who God created me to be;
He taught me to crawl, to cry, and laugh;
today God whispered, that love is me.

Monty 3/3/24. # 2,034