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WITH GOOD PURPOSE

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WITH GOOD PURPOSE

What Is The Reason For Creation?



The future will bring unexpected things,

 A woeful tragedy our heart to sting,

 And though our plans be laid so well,

 A power, from where we cannot tell,

 Moves, or turns circumstance around,

 Here giving joy there bringing a frown.



 An insignificant spark, a slippery spot,

 An induced germ, a misplaced dot,

 Can turn someone, a group, a horde,

 To bring about peace or bare the sword.



 What say ye then, my wise friend you;

 Is it blind fate and a little luck too:

 Some random power to tip the scale,

 And bring forth heaven or show us hell?



 Concerning the puzzle of seeming happenstance,

 Can you of the future perceive a glance?

 Has it reason or design at all,

 Can man influence how 'fate' must fall?



 How helpless then we tend to be,

 If we be pawns in a random sea,

 Where utmost effort is brought to naught,

 A battle comes that would not be fought,

 And all this turns on the merest flick,

 Of someone's seeming uneventful trick.



 Who can approve such an absurd display,

 Of struggling mankind's efforts made,

 And undone by a change of wind,

 The toss and turn of chance to send?



 I will not accept such an odd charade

 Of appearance too early or too late,

 Of a random force that turns my way,

 Into some strange and awkward play.



 I choose a design of great import,

 A meaningful kind, of a rational sort:

 With a purpose far above the crush

 Of humanity's desire filled headlong rush.



 An intent supreme,of a virtuous kind,

 With purer motive and reasoned mind;

 To set things right and bring an end,

 Far more desirable than chance can pen.



 To vindicate the cause of all,

 The pain, the strife, the rise and fall,

 Of man's travail from then til now;

 Though to prove it to you, I know not how.



 Please bear with me and consider this,

 Lest some good purpose we should miss,

 Could the answer be thus simply stated:

 'By Him and for Him they were created?



 The purpose of creation and the Adamic fall,

 Could glory for Christ be the reason after all?

 More magnificent a claim cannot be made.

 No more noble reason for existence laid,

 Than for my existence to be,

 To glorify the one who is most Holy.



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