Purpose Poem by Shannon Wade

Purpose
Out of the womb destiny awaits
We wonder throughout our lives
Uncertain of the paths that lie ahead
We pay no mind to the hour glass on our lives
The grains sprinkle at a vast pace
Yet we mingle and laugh at silly things
As if the sun will never greet nightfall
Life appears so sweet
But soon reality shows her face
Toils rise
Attempting to sweep us from our paths
We wander on
Trying to hold on to the hands of hope
But we struggle because our mission seems so unclear
From the moment we descending from the womb
Our Father instructed destiny to be our tour guide
Faith accompanied close by
We are not hopeless objects
Wondering about the realms of the universe
Where there is breath
There is life
Where there is life
There is purpose
By Shannon Hogan