World Anew

With every soul, God makes the world anew,
the cosmos changes when a baby cries.
Who knows the impact once we are in view,
does not the bell toll all when just one dies?
I am unique, there's no one else like me,
God made me special for His awesome aim,
no one will know until eternity,
when He’ll call out my individual name.
Who can predict my journey's arc on earth,
although it lasts, the Book says, but a blink,
or measure what the grace I spread is worth,
or for my sins what dregs the world must drink?
Exactly what I’m for I do not fear,
just so the world is better I am here.

                        -- by Pete Voelz      12/10