“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
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