As promised I am posting the new poem. I hope you enjoy it.
The Players
Who are the players
of the lives I planned to live?
The missionary that went to Africa
to teach the Good News, cured
the diseases of the world,
fought the battles of the weak?
I know You assigned those rolls
to other able bodies.
You gave me the life
I was intended to give
by Your perfect design.
I’ve been told
I have a mission here
to nurse the community.
and battle for the weak
by becoming weak
to gain understanding,
I am the player
of the life I hoped to live.
You, my precious Lord,
are the author of my life.
