LIFE

Just as I came into this world
My fate is that I will die.
Life today and death tomorrow
Most won't notice; a few will cry.

I've tested my heartbeat many times
Since the day I was born.
There were moments I didn't give a damn
If I saw another morn.

I can't turn back the hands of time
To relive the wasted years.
Years questioning God and His wisdom
Through my anger, doubts and fears.

He spared my life for a reason
Some thirty years ago.
I often wondered what was the purpose
Why didn't He let me go?

Why did God leave me on this Earth
As many times as I've smelled death
To once again feel the miracle
Of taking another breath?

And how could I take a blessing,
As precious as the gift of life,
And waste it on depression
Overwhelmed by suffering and strife?

Why does it take the thought of dying
Or suffering from growing old
To realize the value of life itself
And the treasures that living holds?

Many things go through my mind
As I near my destiny;
But one thing I am learning fast
Is what life means to me.

©Copyright August 16, 2001 by Eileen Breedlove