To Serve a Purpose

I look up in the evening sky,
Just standing wondering why;
The moon hovering so bright,
Up there on this starry night.

It looks as to be watching me,
With craters as eyes for to see;
Such grace and so much charm,
Ever vigilant to allow no harm.

Just the same through the day,
As the sun comes out to play;
Brightly shining in such a glow,
To gently warms each of us so.

God gave us such radiant beauty,
Of a purpose to perform a duty;
Just like each and every one,
Has a duty for Him to be done.

Our purpose in life is to do,
As to His will and His virtue;
To serve and love one another,
And one God and no other.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer

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