What is the purpose of my life
as I go from joy to strife?

What am I doing on this planet
upon this spinning globe of granite

To be born, grow old, and die?
The ticks of time go swiftly by.

Is this the purpose of my life?
To be born into a life of strife?

Nothing seems to make much sense
I can't stand the great suspense.

Could the answer be the simple story
that our life is to give glory
To the maker of the galaxies and stars
of Earth and Jupiter and Mars?

Maybe it's the plain old story
a creator due his glory
and of his creatures here below
who on their God bestow
all honor, thanks, and praise
until the end of earthly days,

This must be the purpose of it all
as we fly through space upon this spinning ball.

Ben V. Rodriguez