I wonder, Lord, who I am
And what I’m doing
And what’s the purpose of this thing called life?
It doesn’t make much sense, you know
Instead of moving in a straight line,
There’s a lot of stopping, starting, turning around
I tried to figure it out once, but I gave up
Still, as time goes on
I have come to know You better
Not with knowledge that I could put into words
Just a feeling of oneness
Growing between You and me
I’m getting more and more used to You
More used to feeling Your loving hands
That hold my life- this thing called life
And if Oneness is my purpose, Lord
That’s all I need to know