Gods Reason

Gods Reason If God has made me for a reason The point of this I have yet to find As some events have not been kind And pray upon my feeble mind Like balding hair And crooked teeth That sit above my portly belly And weigh upon my knocking knees And swollen feet So tattoo my heart With my unassuming features That the eye cannot see Kept under the surface Treasures have to be mined Just like human kind Scratch under the surface And what you will find Is the reason and purpose That every landscape changes Throughout the ages While what's beneath Lies in state Awaiting its Mate To fulfill its purpose