Is this my destiny
What God had in store
When He put me on earth?
Shouldn't there be more?
Is this all there is?
Am I sounding contrite?
To expect more from life
Some sort of beacon or light?
To shine on some sort
Of heavenly destination
Instead I'm left
With life's biggest question.
Is this all there is?
Do I appear ungrateful?
To expect something more
My appetite unsatiable
My spirit is left yearning
For there has to be more
Oh my Lord, won't you let me
Dip my toes in Your shore
Yes, Your heavenly ocean
Would suit me just fine
The sun always warming
This frigid body of mine
A body left feeling
Quite out of place
Among people on earth
This great human race
Perhaps You could find
A small corner for me
To curl up alone
I'm a mess, can't You see?
I'm ready, Dear Father
Please call me home
Or is it Your will
Keep me stringing along
On a ever longing, empty heart
Fulfillment nowhere in sight
So this is it, then, my Dear Lord
This is Your gift of life?
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