Tasking for a Purpose

Did you ever want to try,
In figuring out just why;
How it all fits into place,
Through time and space.

It is almost as though,
There is a magical flow;
Layers of the atmosphere,
Defending to rule out fear.

Everything shows its worth,
In outer space and on earth;
Each thing to be tasked,
Does without being asked.

And the same for each of us,
Expected to do without fuss;
For everyone has a job to do,
Continuing till we are through.

Just as if you get to Heaven,
There is a job you will be given;
For in Heaven we will be as one,
With the Father, Spirit and the Son.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer

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