Feeling beat, and crumpled
Is etched deep down inside
Many scars upon my heart
Where my soul resides
A feeling of emptiness
Entering that chamber door
Is really wearing on me
Like no other time before
Has this weary walk been worth it?
Has my life been meaningful?
To God, how do I matter?
These are thoughts I can't control
Will Jesus find me worthy,
To enter Heavens Gate?
Or am I left here lacking?
Just what is my souls fate?
Have I done all that I'm here for,
Or is there still, much work for me?
Have I touched another's soul,
Helped some see God, and eternity?
All these questions, without answers
As I walk with feet of clay
Sometimes broken, and discouraged
Do I matter, now, today?
This weary walk is something
That we all must travel through
For it's our choices in the long run
That keep our intentions true
Our lives are but a journey
Just a stepping stone to tend
For when Jesus walks beside us
We'll know all in the end
Written by
Debbie Looney
Copyright © 08/21/2005
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