Every day he would wake up at nine.
When asked, "How are you?"
He would answer, "I'm fine."
But of course, that was not true.

His life was a mess,
He tried to succeed, as hard as he could.
A man, alone in the world, trying his best,
But nothing ever went as it should.

His life was empty,
No meaning at all,
"Why is this happening to me?"
Was his frantic call.

Turning his back on his old values,
He found ones he liked more,
And found life anew,
But his life was still a bore.

He turned to Earthly pleasures,
Hoping they could turn his life around.
He even added a woman for good measure,
But he could only utter one sound.

HELP!

He knew he should die,
He hadn't done anything right.
He knew he should say good-bye,
To his life that very night.

But he couldn't carry through,
Someone was holding back.
"God can change your life and make you new,"
So said the stranger. Then everything went black.

He woke up in a hospital room.
They told him his story,
And he realized he had almost come to his doom.
He fell asleep, his eyes creased with worry.

His dreams were troubled and strange.
Angels floated in and out of the blue.
Slowly, his dream state waned,
He woke and then he knew.

He had been sent here for a purpose.
He must carry it out,
Whether for better or for worse.
He smiled. Now there was no doubt.

He had discovered his real meaning.
He knew what he had to be.
He looked up, tears streaming,
"Father, God, I believe!"