If Life Was About Me
If life was about me, I’d live to be one hundred and three!
I’d have a muscular physique and be six foot three.
I’d always be young in body and mind
with the ability to recall details of every kind!
I’d choose to be born in a family of great wealth
and I’d always be in perfect health!
There would be no limits on what I could buy.
I’d eat whatever I wished without gain
and I’d never get sick or feel pain.
What’s that you say?
Life is not this way for me or you
Not for anyone else too!
Well OK, I suppose I’d still be happy with a freckle or two!
It might look silly to have a muscular body at one hundred and three!
If I can’t have everything I want then I’d be limited in who I am and who I could be!
This is quite unacceptable if life is all about me!
Deep inside me I long to live my way
To pursue pleasures and only see
Others as though they were there for me.
Well then, if life’s not all about me
Then what is it about?
Please tell me!
It has a purpose and a plan
But it does not center on man.
Look about and you can see
There is grandeur, design and complexity!
Man is far too frail and temporary!
It’s obvious that there’s someone with a higher view.
Someone with greater intelligence than me or you
Someone who transcends time and space
And can take care of this place.
Who can that be?
It’s about God and not about me!