Puzzle of Life

You have a puzzle piece and so do I; We carry it with us until we die. Each piece has a place in God's overall plan Of what happens to us as woman and man. All the people we meet and the places we go Give shape to the picture that we have to show. So we mingle together and search for a piece To see if it matches and fits with ease. Sometimes we think that a piece really goes Only to find that it just gives us woes; And we hold on to it for quite a while - Til we're forced to trade it for another style. If we pick up a piece and it won't seem to fit, It may be just perfect after waiting a bit. Then there's the ones we don't even touch Because we believe they're not worth very much. Sometimes we're surprised by what we ignore When we discover it's what we've looked for. Thus, we go through life and we pick and we choose The different pieces we want to use. At times we seem lost at what choices to make And amaze ourselves at the chances we take. We don't have the picture on the boxtop lid To show future results of things that we did. And if we ask questions of God's grand design, 'Am I in your puzzle or are you in mine?' We learn all of these pieces will merge into one Completing the puzzle when life here is done.                             m Written October 16th, 2001 © on Oct 16 2001 08:03 AM PST   12 • 11 • 4