THE DAY GOD GAVE ME LIFE
Each one of us has a birthday -
a day to call our own;
The day we came into this world -
our future, to us, unknown.
The way we spend that day, each year,
means little, if we know
God has a plan for you and me
and into it we grow.
My birthdays, always quiet -
no bells and whistles blow;
I remember the life breathed into me
and whispers say, "Now go!"
It was seventy-three years ago today
that God knew I should live;
I listen every day to hear
what it is that I am to give.
Perhaps I was sent to just look around,
to listen, smell, and touch
The things that make God's perfect garden -
the one I love so much.
I liken life to a garden -
with flowers, fruit and weeds;
I think if tended carefully
it will lead to many good deeds.
So on this day that God made mine
and all the gifts bestowed;
I cast away the weeds from my mind
and travel along life's road.
Life always has a purpose -
something we cannot see;
But this I know - when God calls me home,
His arms will welcome me.
©Joan Adams Burchell
July 19, 2005
