Purpose
The edges smooth - one side or two,
cinch to put in place;
remaining pieces jumbled -
the pressure of the race.
Rush to success - kickoff that life
society can see.
The voice of God, I then hear -
"You're what you're meant to be."
A puzzle that may have some gaps
Even when it’s done.
If I could only learn to turn
away - from ego, run.
Money, fame, power, pride
go lower on my list.
Voices all around me, though,
say they must insist.
Reply to them, with courage -
scattered pieces, just a toy.
No glee inside this game is found;
the Lord’s purpose brings true joy!
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