I wondered one day, while tying my shoe,
“Why do I do all the things that I do?”
I eat and I sleep, and I rush here and there,
But what is the purpose behind all that care?
Some purposes whisper. Some shout. Others hum,
Some happen by habit. We don’t think. We just run.
We follow routines until the meaning grows thin.
We forget there’s a reason behind where we’ve been.
I know God’s purpose is much bigger than mine,
Not measured by clocks, great wealth, or sunshine.
While I make my plans with a confident grin,
He sees where they end and how they begin.
I’m clay on the wheel, not the hand that decides.
God is shaping my edges and smoothing my sides.
The Potter knows best what this lump’s meant to be.
My turning takes trust, although I don’t always see.
I asked him for maps and a ten-year outline,
A schedule, a chart, an unmistakable sign.
He gave me a lamp with just the right light, you know.
“The next step,” he said. “That’s all you need to go.”
When God doesn’t speak, I don’t freeze or delay.
I must do what I know is still right for today.
With ears open wide and a heart set to bend,
I press on in faith until he speaks once again.
Sometimes my path takes a loop or a bend,
A detour I’d never have chosen or penned.
But trust grows the strongest when sight fades away,
And I learn that God can lead everywhere, every day.
So I won’t decide if his purpose is small,
Or mighty, or quiet, or noticed at all.
For faith isn’t knowing how big it will be.
It’s knowing the One who’s directing me.
So here is my purpose, both simple and true:
To hear and to follow whatever he’ll do.
One step at a time with a prayerful start—
A life shaped by trust is a purposeful heart.
