Life work

I am alive because God made me so
and preserves me and keeps me from harm
My life's not my own and never was.
I drift like a leaf in a storm.
Where the wind takes me is where I must go
unknowing of time or direction
and praying and hoping for mercy from God
and coveting His protection.

Seasons pass, children grow,
My life's work, the seeds I sow
seeking better things to know
planning for tomorrow...

And bitter tears and yesterdays
time will somehow soothe away
and make my aging years taste sweet
make my life a work complete.