Why?

It’s been a while since I that question asked;
“Transcendence” – word for choice that’s made in past
So long ago I quite forget it all,
As it has blended in – the base of call.

Not call upon my life to do His will,
But call out from my darkness and this swill
Of life, as it had swamped my little boat;
A call to life sublime of which they wrote.

The call to me – my invite into life,
Was not through books but in a way quite right
For who I am – my stubbornness and shame –
He came with peace to quiet me again.

And from that first encounter on the shore,
I grew with Him and thus became much more
Than I could ever hope or dream alone –
He led me back to His eternal home.

I asked myself, “What could your purpose be –
The one assumed in all you do and see?
Good question – I’ll get back to you on that –
Oh yes – in Scripture there’s the Word I lacked:

A hundred times or more (who knows or cares?)
Assumed and shown quite clear in words writ there:
“Our purpose (that’s our “why”), is not our own
But His for us – in that we’re not alone.

That is the purpose He fulfills in life;
Resources flow from Him within His fight;
God’s antidote to allergies of gifts –
Our ‘Lord’ repairs our inter-active rifts.

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