What is this life you claim to be
Your own, as if you made
Your body to show up one day
on earth with your plans laid.
What do you know of how life forms
or can you make one breath...
Why do you claim to run the show
Give meaning to your steps?
How do you think you'll leave your mark
in the sand where tides erase
What do your years of trouble mean
Why do you walk this place?
The truth is you are not your own
You do not rule your life
That which you do not understand
One does..., who reigns on high.
This life's a gift and not to you
but to the Maker King
Your worth He has imbued
Your life is His, you see
So you are free from any claim
To make yourself complete
You didn't send yourself to earth
But One did....I trust you'll meet!
blessings,
Rob Smith
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