Purpose Driven
Mundane most live and end our day
No real mission, stagnant we've stayed
Like pool of water our life does stink
Though crude this word is how we think
We serve ourselves with silver spoon
O k sterling and out of tune
With what GOD asked some time ago
To serve mankind yet most won't go
A moment ours serving the needs
Of lost and blown away the seeds
GOD planted upon their birth
Where children His live lost and cursed
No clear thoughts will come to mind
I'm sure yours too God taps and finds
There's no one home inside your soul
Yet still He calls to you, Take hold!
My children need a hand today
Maybe the two you have this day
Will be the ones they need to see
To lead the way to plant new seeds
A broken home without a cause
Maybe was where their life would pause
Losing their way they soon succumbed
To sin blinding what once was won
Now concrete jungle is their domain
Losing all hope, gaining more pain
They walk like ghosts upon terrain
Once known to them just not the same
A soup kitchen will yield the lost
That dine today alone the cost
Will cost nothing if you would serve
What one or more so well deserve
The church has room for you to bring
Your gift of life, Gods offering
To soothe, bring peace and sanity
With time serving these casualties
Don't look away for when you do
GOD sees all this and one day too
Will look away when you will face
The GOD who saw not one embraced
Serve with purpose and know reward
Thy faithful servant as GOD does store
The best for those, purpose driven
In time a crown they will be given
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