“What am I doing here?”
I hear your plaintive cry

“What am I doing here?”
I hear your plaintive cry
As floundering upon the earth
You sink and moan and cry.

What are you doing there
Dear child how can it be
You haven’t fathomed t’was My love
That gave your life to thee.

To fellowship with you each day
To cleanse and make you whole
Dear child I shed My very blood
For thy repentant soul.

I long that you will seek My plan
My will, child, to fulfill
Albeit pots and household tasks
My will is still My will.

I ask for prompt obedience
I ask endurance strong
A single minded pilgrim
Who does not harbour wrong.

You’ll see life as a challenge
To be God’s very best
Despite the petty hang ups
You can pass ev’ry test.

You’re here to please your Master
You’re here to do His will
With God’s help you’ll endeavor
His precepts to fulfill.

~ Jenny Daniel