Does Anybody Hear Me?
Has anyone ever really heard my voice?
Has anyone truly read and understood the words I've written?
Has my life made a difference in the smallest way?
When I draw my final breath and am removed from life, will pieces of my story remain in the annals of times?
Or given the time of my life and the way I spent it, will anyone even know that I existed?
I wonder... Oh Lord.
Have I truly heard your voice?
Have I truly read and understood the words you've written?
Have I allowed you touch my life, and touch others through me in the smallest way?
When I draw my last breath, when I reach for eternity, will it be said of me that I lived for you?
Or will anyone even know that you existed in me?
I wonder... Oh Lord what is the measure of a life?
That I sold a million copies of a book?
That I made a million dollars?
That I lived a million lifetimes in a million seconds?
That I touched a single life?
Lord, make me to know my end.
And what is the measure of my days.
That I may know how frail I am
Indeed, you have made days as handbreadths,
and my age is as nothing before you.
Certainly everyman is but a vapor. Selah
Surely every man walks about like a shadow;
Surely they busy themselves in vain;
He heaps up riches,
and does not know who will gather them.
And now Lord, what do I wait for?
My hope is in you. Psalm 39: 4-7