I have often wondered the purpose,
Of the people which I've met.
Why there are some I can barely remember,
And some I can't forget.
Perhaps it's God himself at work,
By way of these, to plant a seed,
A seed that will grow strong enough,
To meet another's need.
No matter how short the span we had,
No matter how small my part,
Could it be I held a purpose for,
The occasion of your heart?
Were you meant to be my teacher,
Of the lesson so well-taught,
When you seek the truth and find it,
It won't ever be forgot.
And who am I to question,
Just why things have to be,
Or what lies in another's soul,
That stops it being free?
But I will share what I do know,
Whether we rise or fall,
We can be sure that *time and chance,
Will happen to us all.