Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Born to Live

Born to live
I was born to give
Love to all nations
To all generations

Why He picked me
I may never see
My whole life's plan
Is all in His hands

He chose me to know
He chose me to go
He knew from above
He knew I could love

His plan makes me cry
About things I pass by
The things I can't change
That I can't rearrange

I was born to fix
To pick up the sticks
That people just left
To make them their best

Things I want to do
Aren't always His plan too
So I change my old ways
And fall down to pray

To talk to my maker
To not be a taker
To learn how to give
To be born to live

-Tori Westrick
October '09