Why didn’t he die?

He was there and he could have been dead,
But he didn’t die. It’s not that I’m not grateful
Or in some weird way I wanted him to die.
No, I am glad that he is alive; I just don’t understand.
There must be a reason; I know God has a plan
In some way the world won’t be the same
God let him live in order that something great might be done.
All I can do is wait and hope that I get to see,
What God will do.

Will I Change the World?

Today slips by,
Soon to be gone forever,
But what will I do,
How will I live?
Will today be remembered,
Or too quickly forgotten?
Can my actions change,
What is destined to be?
Perhaps they could,
But would I take the time,
Am I going to,
Change the world?

This world is crazy
Crazy in a way it should not be
I refuse to acknowledge schemes and plans
For they can never be obtained