I wondered today about my life
and Gods determination of my days
Is my next breath dark inked upon
a heavenly report of finite breaths?
Is how I live predestined, and devoid of personal direction?
or do I have the choice to choose a path?
Is each life but a passing whim,
in Gods most regal thoughts?
Or am I born a part of Him
Who rules the mighty void and substance.
I wonder are my wants and wishes
just more chatter in heavens messenger?
Can I state opinion and thought
and he thinks it has value?
How sweet the thought that God is Just
and loves me just the way I am.
I hope for such, and wish the same
and live as though he feels my pain.
My Fathers child forever claimed.
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