I come to you Lord and ask “What is my purpose” I walk around lost in this world.
Am I here to get it right before you take me? I am not sure I will ever get it right!
I pray and I try but to get my life right. But, before I know it here I am a Hot Mess
just asking you. God when are you going to take me? Am I here to have a second chance before entering the gates of hell. Am I suppose to help someone? Why do you keep me here? I am not afraid of death. Even though I should be. I am more afraid of not living life right.
Getting it all wrong. Unable to LIVE as you have asked me to live. A coward who cannot take their own life. A Mess who cannot seem to touch or do anything and get it right. Satan plays game with my head telling me all I do wrong. So I Lord do I keep listening and why do I keep getting it all wrong?
I believe in you and I believe in a Heaven and a Hell. I believe Everyone has a purpose while on earth or so that’s what they say. So God, What is MY PURPOSE for being here. Why am I alive? What am I doing that you keep me here. I pray to you why can’t you just take me. Yet I am still here. Please I cry out to you help me fill my purpose.
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