I don’t know why I came here, and I don’t know when I’ll leave,
It’s about the plan and the Makers hand,
It’s about the time He’s made for me.
It’s about a book that I once read,
And the saving of all these,
Because I don’t know why I came here, and I don’t know when I’ll leave.
I can’t walk through this dark old world without His hand to guide,
Nor take the narrow path He’s planned as I would not survive,
Or dance with angels high above, as they raise their arms in praise,
Because I can’t walk through life alone, without amazing grace.
Now I don’t know why I came here, and I don’t know when I’ll leave,
There’s work to do before I go His plans are meant for me,
The words I speak are from a world where love is still alive,
I don’t know why He put me here, but I know I will survive.
And when my time down here is through
All tasks are said and done
I’ll be back with you once again
In the Valley of the Son.
Beyond beautiful more like sacred verse. Strong Ink Indeed!!!
Johnny, it goes without saying I love your poetry. There’s so much to do before the curtain on our lives is lowered over our casket. We dont know what are maker’s plans for us are. Until the end we must keep going.
That is absolutely correct Joel. He placed us here for a reason and Grace’s us in our times of need if we only ask, wait and listen for His answer. I am a testament to that fact and a witness to His grace. Be well my friend and keep ink in your pen until you decide to place your thoughts on paper even if small.
Thank you, Johnny, for your response in addition to your gentle prod to get me to write again. Without getting into details let’s just say it was time for me to go. How do you say hello when you said goodbye?