God Isn'T Through With Me Yet

Life is about breath, bridges, and becoming
Wondered who I'd been, where now was I heading
God isn't through with me yet

Light years of sixty-five dawned upon my brain, but
I don't feel these years I've gained
God isn't through with me yet

"You were our African Queen." said the family
I'd gone from wilderness, to pastures of plenty
God isn't through with me yet

This gnawing; of trains i kept missing
All local stops I should have been making
God isn't through with me yet

Where did I get off and fumbled
What time in life was it, when I stumbled
God isn't through with me yet

I've been to parts unknown, with rain clouds
That swelled and became mean storms
God isn't through with me yet

Seemed I slept, missed nature's landscape of splendor
And touch of earth's heavenly pleasures
God isn't through with me yet

Life's projectors wanted me to see
The full gamut of sky, land, and sea
God isn't through with me yet

No one nudged my senses, or woke me up
No one counseled me with psychological stuff
God isn't through with me yet

Now I see milestone telling me I've traveled long
Yet still, I feel lost; but
God isn't through with me yet

           Did I leave something out
           Life is only what we know about
           I felt flung from pendulum
           To foreign lonesome Town
           Where do I go from here, at sixty-five
           Thank God for the Comforter by my side.

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