When God decided
You should be born
It didn’t mean you’ll have what you need.
For some, he gifted people and things,
For others, altruism, loneliness and pain.
Good people who do not do harm
He decided should be resource to others to use.
Those who are unable to cherish his gift
He rejoices in like with his prodigal son.
When God decided what your fate shall be
You had no choice
And you struggled in vain.
He may have something good in store for you as well
But you may expire until you get there.
And if ever your needs should be met
You’re too old the joy of the moment to count
Too tired of waiting a lifetime for what others always had.