I am but one soul trapped within earthen vessel.
Troubles come,I wonder,why was I borne?
Do I have purpose as I stand in my place?
I feel mistakes is all I've made.
I reach for happiness and sadness appears.
Laughter turns to teary eyes in search for joy of the heart.
Prosperity flees, poverty fills my hands.
I try to pray,the heavens seem as brass.
I look in the mirror.
I fail to see, an unfinished product started in mothers womb.
I know,I am but one soul who wonders of their worth.
I was born for God's purpose and not my own.
Now I have happiness,sadness run away.
Prosperity surrounds me and poverty I can't find.
Now as I pray, angels sing aloud.
I'm not finished but I know one thing.
I am a product, being made perfect by the masters hands.