For everyone there is a purpose,
And everything there is a plan,
But the making of this purpose comes from the creator’s hand.
We try so hard to choose our way, still falling short each passing day
Absurd it is, but try we may, to be more than the Potter's clay
Not by choice but by design, our purpose to be refined
We seek for purpose, aim for self, and land ourselves upon the shelf
When to Creator we must say, “Why is it I’m designed this way?”
And when He answers “It’s My will” you have no choice but purpose fill
For when we let our self resign to purpose crafted by design
We suddenly begin to see that in His purpose we are free.
Not by choice but by design, our purpose to be refined
-FHG
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