What did God mean when He spoke me?
What right have I to be here on this earth?
taking up space,
What right have I to demand that things be done my way?
according to my plan,
within my specifications,
according to my schedule.
I have no right to these. Not any claim on these.
Any more than you or you or you or you.
Nevertheless, I am here.
I’m meant for something.
Meant to be someone.
Maybe I’m just meant.
What if, when God spoke me into existence, the one who I am today is exactly what He meant, exactly what He had in mind, and exactly as He hoped?
Wouldn’t that be something?!
Posted on March 6, 2017, in Christian, God, hope, Lent, poetry, questions and tagged creation, equality, human nature, rights, self worth. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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