Potholes Of Life Poem by Kelvin Gene Lee I

With a purpose; I was given life
With no clue of where I was going
But in my path awaited potholes and strife
Where in His plan; He started showing

As I walked along the beaten path
There were voices that whispered to me
Should I take the bait and suffer His wrath?
Or should I heed His warning and flea?

The first pothole was in a country
Where He enable me to see
That pride also known as vanity
Will it be the greatest test of me?

My second pothole were friends and teachers
Who tried to tell me where I fitted in
But I heeded the words of a God-sent preacher
That showed me how envy was a sin

The third pothole was during my years of college
Where I didn’t know who to be
Never finding myself as a searched for the knowledge
That my purpose required of me

The fourth pothole was the time I married
Long before I was prepared
In the hands of pride it was miscarried
Destroying the bond two people shared

The fifth pothole were my thoughts of greed
As I went on a money chase
Harvesting what I thought was the perfect seed
Where no victory could be won from the race

The sixth pothole made me go astray
Sipping the cup just to keep me sane
It went from a cup to a bottle a day
Just to keep me from feeling the pain

The seventh pothole was the worst of all
As my anger led me to crime
It was a little too late when I felt the fall
For these traps had conquered my mind

Near the end of my walk I stopped at a temple
Filled with God’s tender Love and Care
As I worshiped God with the humble and simple
I finally found my purpose there.