I was swinging on the swings, 6
Enjoying the air,
When a thought came to my head. 6
So “Who am I?” It says,
“Why are you here?”,
Circling ‘round my head.
I just sat there, really thinking,
“Why am I here?”,
The thoughts pestering me harder.
So I went on a quest,
Asking my friends,
And the pastor that preached.
Now they told me a lot,
More than can fit,
And I can’t hold it in.
As soon as they told me,
As true as this is,
Like a home-running hit.
I could not hold it in,
So here I write,
In this short page I have.
They said I need to repent,
I need God’s mercy,
I need to go to Church.
Now of course there was more,
More than I write,
But make sure you make room.
For Jesus is patient,
He truly loves,
So He will forgive you.
But time is running fast,
It is so fast,
Faster than I can write.
I ask you please repent,
He does Love you,
And you will be happy.
If you have doubts and fears,
That it isn’t true,
Then open the Bible.
You may think I am wrong,
It maybe right,
But that choice is on you.
