Purpose

On the other side of the field,
away from all the boys and girls.
A young boy sits alone in the grass,
Imagining the years to come.

Will there be someone to love?
Will there be a point to it all?
Or will the days blend without meaning,
filled with purposeless pursuits?

As a young man alone at home
he holds a globe of earth in his hands.
He begins to weep outloud,
Praying for those who don't know God.

From India to Asia
From South America to Africa.
From Europe to Australia
From North America to the Middle East.
And to the lands beyond.

Gradually purpose takes root
Among the boys and girls and
Their moms and dads;
People young and old.
The gospel must be made known.

July 2006 by Glen Alan Woods