Here Before the Grace of God Go I

Here before the grace of God go I ! I wasn't born into a pigsty Or my 1 daily meal did not have to be fetched Off the back of a charitable relief truck Or pray the water well had not run dry So the next time I curse my bad luck Maybe I should rather think ? Here before the grace of God go I ! There are far more pressing things over which to cry Than what I can or can not buy ? Nothing for me will ever be as despondent or depressing As the choices my lot in life will never have me make And seldom have the humility to truly appreciate Here before the grace of God ! Have I wasted so many golden privileged opportunities Some other poor unfortunate soul will never know Because they were born into A War Zone or worse still a 3rd World Famine Hell Hole For whom the bell tolls ? Put no heed in dreams and aspirations Because they live a life i could not possibly conceive Praying only for clean water and enough food to go around And God willing a roof under which to lay there head While I am sat here wasting money on lottery tickets Ironically never knowing I have already won I want for none but yet still feel somehow hard done The only thing in reality we all have in common Is come 1 day we are all destined to die But for these poor souls it will come as a blessing Because daily life was an uphill struggle Where as I am bound to finally realize I squandered my prize And took for granted my winnings Time will only tell If here before the grace of God ! In life Today's winners ? In death become tomorrows loser's ? And if this was all just a Test ? Set to confuse us ? In order to prove if I was truly worthy ? Or simply wasted my time self-obsessing And self-serving ? That should instead rather have been granted To some poor soul far more deserving than I