I Hate My Life
I hate my life, the young man said,
As he rose from his comfortable bed.
Fed and clothed and healthy and loved,
He faced the day with dread.
The Father looked down in sorrow,
For the young man could not see.
What was in His Heavenly vision,
Things never meant to be.
On the other side of the earth,
A woman carries her son.
Last year she had two children,
This year she has just one.
Across town from the young man,
She cowers in the night.
It is not safe to be at home,
When darkness covers light.
Far away in another city,
Struggling for a breath.
He fights to say I love you,
As he prepares to meet his death.
I hate my life, the young man says,
If only he could see.
The gifts he has been given,
How much better life would be.
If he lifted his eyes to heaven,
And filled his voice with song.
Giving thanks unto his Father,
It would not take too long.
Before he would see more clearly,
How precious life can be.
As he uses the gifts he was given,
To bring honor and glory to Thee.
For he is the hands of Jesus,
The feet, the love, the tongue.
Lord, open his eyes that he may know,
He’s your child, a chosen one.
1 Peter 2:9 But ye are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, an holy nation, a peculiar people; that ye should shew forth the praises of him who hath called you out of darkness into his marvellous light:
John 15:16 Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, and ordained you, that ye should go and bring forth fruit, and that your fruit should remain : that whatsoever ye shall ask of the Father in my name, he may give it you.
Isaiah 6:8 Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying , Whom shall I send , and who will go for us? Then said I, Here am I; send me.
Isaiah 50:7 7 For the Lord GOD will help me; therefore shall I not be confounded : therefore have I set my face like a flint, and I know that I shall not be ashamed .
Psalm 28:7The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and I am helped. My heart leaps for joy and I will give thanks to him in song. (NIV)