You've shown me time and time again,
That you are the one in control here.
Everything you do and make,
Has a purpose.
So why am I here?
The brain that you have given me,
Truly is intelligent.
But why does It have to be flawed,
Why can't I focus?
How can this be of any use to you?
My oversized heart is really a blessing,
With it I find myself humble and selfless.
I can give without need of anything in return,
But so many take advantage of my generosity?
With it my soul cries out to those in pain
and I find myself sinking into their sorrows.
How can this be of any use to you?
My sense of humor is something I treasure.
I can bring smiles to everyone around me,
I've been told that I always know what to say,
To bring joy into someone's life.
But, why can't I use this gift for my own joy,
When I find myself so deep in a sorrow,
That only you can bring me out of?
How can this be of any use to you?
My spirit is quite unique.
With it I have a will that none can break.
I will fight on until death drags me six feet under,
I can take on any challenge and come out on top.
But why is it that what sticks and stone cannot do,
Words can do with deadly ease?
With just a few well placed words, my spirit is crushed,
And I fall into seemingly never-ending failure.
How can this be of any use to you?
I believe you have a purpose for everything you do and create,
That everything done, by you, is done for a reason.
What is my purpose,
What is my reason for being?
I am your servant forever and for always,
But I still have trouble seeing what use I can possibly serve to your
cause.
There is but one gift I can truly say has no flaw.
One gift that surpasses all others given unto me.
This gift alone has helped me keep going long after my spirit has faded,
And keeps my heart pure.
One gift that overcomes anything intelligence can offer,
And allows me to remain focused on what truly matters.
This gift, is the gift of an unbreakable faith in you.
With out this one gift,
I would surely fall forever.
Truly I see many uses this can have for you.