Purpose

A man once got on a stage
And read from a book's page
If every job paid the same
What would you be doing?
That is your true passion
And this is my true lesson
Why are you doing anything different?
Would you teach?
Would you Preach?
Would you write?
Where is the height,
You wish to obtain?
The thing you would do for free
That is the thing to be
Because you are gifted by God's majesty
All to often we endeavor
To curry God's favor
By doing what we believe needs to be done
But in our own power
Done in our own hour
This brings us no fun
He tells us in a whisper
If we would just listen
What we should aspire
What is this whisper that we can't hear
That we forsook in yesteyear?
It is life all around us.
The whisper of his word
The voicing of those near
And the shouting of our circumstance
All of these combine
To let us outshine
Anything in the world.
Only a Christian knows
Which way the spirit blows
And how we must forgive.
First ourselves,
Then the others,
And even realize we rail against God,
But in the end he brought us,
And for love he sought us,
And paid a terrible price.
Just to let us know
In a world filled with Evil
With a walking devil
He was with us still
So what is our purpose
Only we can know that
It is within us
If every job paid the same
What would we do that wasn't lame
That is our passion
That is our purpose