Enough is enough, I can’t take any more!
Exhausted and angry, my knees hit the
floor!
Looking to heaven, how can this be?
Is this really the life you’ve chosen
for me?
Everyone else it seems, has an easier
path.
What did I do so wrong to deserve your wrath?
I sat there in silence, waiting a reply
Why won’t you answer, was my next cry
It seemed like forever, then a small
voice
Oh, my child, all of this, was never my
choice
It hurts me so much to see you suffer so,
There is so much that I need you to know.
Where you are in life’s journey, isn’t
from me
Let’s look how you got here, then maybe
you’ll see
Let there be life, I gave the decree!
But I also decided that your will would
be free.
Since Adam and Eve, and to this day it
is so
I gave you life, some talents, and let
you grow.
Talents? What Talents? This just isn’t
fair
Everyone else got them all and you don’t
even care!!
My child sometimes its difficulty to see
What’s from the world and what is from
me,
Everyone starts life’s journey, exactly
the same way,
With a blank canvas, added to day by
day.
When you are little, others must teach
you
Names of everything and of course lots
of rules.
This education is important to help you
start to grow
Names, places and faces they all start
to flow.
The adults in your life shape your early
years
You learn what they like, what they
don’t, what they fear!
Can you remember, when you were small?
The dreams that you had, no worries at
all.
Talking with friends, the path was so
clear,
All the things you would do in the
coming years!
A Doctor, a lawyer, fireman or a vet
Everything was possible, success a sure
bet!
You’d live in a big house, down by the
sea
Or up in the mountains surrounded by
trees.
No doubt you’d create the life that you
dreamed,
It was all for the taking, at least
that’s how it seemed.
Then the people in your life started
teaching something new,
All the opinions and expectations, they
had for you.
You’re athletic, artistic, brilliant or
smart
Some labels and opinions sound great
from the start.
But some labels can also cause damage
and pain,
You’re clumsy, or stupid, how much
weight have you gained?!
Some people are kind, while others are
not
They throw labels on our canvas, with
very little thought
Our canvas fills up with the good and the
bad,
With good memories and also those that
are sad.
Along come teachers, coaches and friends
With more opinions, labels, it all
starts to blend
Somewhere along the journey, you added
labels too
You came up with what, you thought about
you
I’m pretty! I’m Ugly! I’m Stupid! I’m
Smart!
I’m athletic, NO, I’m fat and no good at
art!
So many opinions, labels, stories and
fears,
Our life canvas gets messy throughout
the years!
It can get real confusing trying to
figure it out
There are times where it seems you have
nothing but doubts!
Where is it all going? You want to know
why?
Sometimes you fail no matter how hard
you try?
The journey of life has lots of twists
and turns
Sometimes you win, sometimes you get
burned!
Whether it’s been easy or miserable beyond
compare
Everyone reaches the point and finally
becomes aware
Your life is a painting that started
long before you knew
And one that can only be completed by
you!
Everyone has to decide what they will do,
With your life painting that’s been
handed to you!
Do you leave it, as you got it, add
nothing new?
Or do you take up the challenge to see
it through?
Remember the Parable of the Talents, I
told long ago?
The Master gave the servants talents,
and let them go.
Two doubled what they were given, then
when the Master returned
They received praise for what they had
earned!
The third one was afraid and buried what
he had
He thought he was safe, but the Master
was mad!
The amount of talents didn’t matter,
one, ten or a few.
The question was simple “what did you do
with what I gave you?”
You still have the choice to this very
day
Do you maximize your talents or bury
them away?
So what is the answer? I said in disbelief
I asked for your help! Some kind of relief!
Sometimes the answers aren’t simple or
what we want to hear
Life is a journey and the end isn’t
near.
You can hold on to the resentment,
bitterness and strife,
Or you can pick up the brush and work on
your life!
The past is the past, what’s done is
done
You have to crawl, before you can walk
or run!
The state of your life painting has
little to do
With the life that’s still in front of
you!
You can decide today to start making
some changes
Moving toward your dreams takes
rearranging!
The possibilities are still endless,
just like when you were a child,
Start dreaming again, let your
imagination go wild
Add color to your life by learning, let
the ideas flow
Nurture your talents and watch them grow!
I’ve always been here and always will be
But where you end up won’t be because of
me!