You made me, God, but then, why do I live?
Why would You make me if You had no goal?
Clearly You hoped I'd have something to give,
that I'd return to You my grateful soul.
The reason You made me was out of love,
for all Your endless love and infinite grace,
that You pour over me a torrent of,
You trust I freely will with faith embrace.
You made me special with my talents real,
for them and my fate You want me to search,
to use my reason, not just how I feel,
to follow You, to pray, to go to church.
O God, I'll try to do Your plan each day,
and with my free will Your sweet will obey.
-- by Pete Voelz 3/08
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