I sometimes wonder why I’m here, besides the obvious one of adding my DNA to the next generation and beyond, and lately I have taken to believe that my life, and all our lives, are not truly ours, but gifts, a loan from God. How that loan is repaid depends entirely on what we do with that gift.

It has been truly said, my friends
Our lives are ours on loan
At times we need to make amends
And other times atone
For we are granted heaven’s gift
Of God’s eternal life
And whether purposed or adrift
We deal with pain and strife
And yet God’s grace will see us through
If we will but accept
The love that’s ours whate’er we do
And promises He’s kept