Why I’m Still Here
I do believe in perfection and purpose;
circumstance has nothing to fear;
surely a reason hides under life’s surface.
Dear Lord, why am I still here?
I am a prodigal; sent down from above;
a victim of my own foolish pride;
I think I’m still here, to share God’s love;
for it’s all I have left inside.
I have very little money; I can share;
in bankruptcy, my home was sold;
I am the tree; who’s leaves are bare;
for, I too, am growing quite old.
I watch as the days keep coming and going;
all futures turn into the past;
in order to survive; I must keep growing;
life must emote; to last.
I’ve been many characters throughout life;
my assignment: writing God’s glory;
I’ve endured failures, heartaches and strife;
my purpose in life, is my story.
Knowledge of the head is not near enough;
tho many often think they’re smart;
my purpose; before me; I cannot give up;
I’m to share the love in my heart.
I do believe in perfection and purpose;
circumstance has nothing to fear;
my gift, from within; came to life’s surface.
in my heart, I know why I’m here.
Monty 10/16/24. # 2,395