If God
had meat for me to fly,
I would
have grown some wings...
To soar
at will, high in the sky,
Like all
the birds that sing.
If God
had meant for me to swim,
I would
not fear the water...
I'd have
both gills, and maybe fins,
Or glide like some sleek
otter.
If God
had meant for me to be,
His
vision of what is man...
He can
look down, a glimpse to see,
I am part
of his plan.
If God
had high hopes, I'd become,
The
master of my fate...
I've let
time pass, it's almost done,
And maybe
now too late?
If God
had meant for me to spend,
My years
lacking of fame...
He must
be thrilled, that near the end,
I have
remained the same.
© Loree (Mason)
O'Neil 11/29/11
Midi playing
is: Rockin'
Years
