I am glad I know the author of the best book in the world, the Bible. It is God himself who used men to pen His thoughts. Some of the best poems I’ve seen, however, with the exception of some wondrous poems by family members, have been written by unknown authors. This particular poem, though I know neither the author nor the title of the poem is one of those wondrous poems, in my estimation. I do believe, however, that God knows the author (and that’s the important thing, isn’t it?). If I could name this poem, though, I might name it: “The Choice of the Lord.” See what you think of this:
I may never see tomorrow;
There’s no written guarantee,
And things that happened yesterday,
Belong to history.
I cannot predict the future,
I cannot change the past,
I have just the present moment,
I must treat it as my last.
I must use this moment wisely,
For it soon will pass away,
And be lost to me forever,
As part of yesterday.
I must exercise compassion,
Help the fallen to their feet,
Be a friend unto the friendless,
Make an empty life complete.
The unkind things I do today,
May never be undone,
And friendships that I fail to win,
May nevermore be won.
I may not have another chance,
On bended knee to pray,
And thank God with humble heart,
For giving me this day.
Life without purpose is barren indeed.
There can’t be a harvest unless you plant seed.
There can’t be attainment unless there’s a goal.
And man’s but a robot unless there’s a soul.
If we send no ships out,
No ships will come in,
And unless there’s a contest,
Nobody can win.
For games can’t be won,
Unless they are played,
And prayers can’t be answered,
Unless they are prayed.
So whatever is wrong with your life today,
You’ll find a solution if you kneel down and pray.
Not just for pleasure, enjoyment and health,
Not just for honors and prestige and wealth.
But pray for a purpose to make life worth living,
And pray for the joy of unselfish giving.
For great is your gladness and rich your reward,
When you make your life’s purpose the choice of the Lord.
– Author Unknown