Purpose; the day I live without it,

Is a day I won’t live at all.

It’s fine to have a path you quit,

As long as you find a new call.

 

I live life for my God above.

He daily gives my life meaning.

I have jobs to help those He loves,

Friends’ weary heads on me leaning.

 

Waking up without intention,

Would make me barren and futile.

Nothing to create or mention.

That life seems terribly brutal.

 

Having a purpose gives me drive,

It pushes me to be better,

And lovely reason to survive.

With purpose, I write this letter.

 

Without a purpose, where would I be?

I’d probably be in a “bed”.

Somewhere dark and very lonely,

With a dark cloth over my head.

 

He gives purpose, purpose gives life.

I think when I breathe through my nose,

That I can conquer all my strife,

And complete what my purpose knows.