What am I Doing Here? Part TwoWhat am I doing here
Why was I ever born?
Life’s filled with so much sorrow
My path with many a thorn.
Is there a purpose for my life
A plan for little me?
I’m drowning midst the multitudes
That make humanity.
My child, My dearest, My precious one
You’re here to do My will
There is a plan that on this earth
You only can fulfill.
For this I shed My precious Blood
To cleanse and save your soul
For foremost child, initially
I need to make you whole.
And then I ask that you will give
To Me yourself, your all
Don’t leave the best lamb hidden
And harboured in your stall.
My plan for you has little things
You need to do each day
Each task a vital link that I
Require upon your way.
Look up beyond the daily toil
To Heaven – further on
For then you’ll find it’s radiance shines
On all that you have done.
Endure My child what I may send
On your allotted way
Don’t flinch and run but persevere
My strength is there each day.
What am I doing here? Praise God
What He requires of me
A pilgrim on the Heavenly road