I am traveling a path
That has been laid well
Before time came into existence;
Everyone seems known
Before I meet them;
Every incidence that I encounters
Are made for me before
I became a seed in my mother’s womb;
I just can’t see the end
Though its there well before
My grandma collected me
From between my mothers thighs;
Why do I feel I have born new?
The veneer I am wearing
Has been set upon me
Well before my father promised
To keep the vow and broke the cot
In the dead of a sweltering night.
So true. Not everyone can relate this to reality though. But I happen to be a staunch believer in divine providence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You got me thinking about something. If our lives are already planned before we're even born, then could it be that miracles are God's willingness to change the plans he made for us, if we ask Him? If we pray hard enough and ask long enough, just maybe we can change God's mind. I wonder.