God, where are you?
Are you present at this moment?
I feel abandoned,
It’s been a long time since I asked a question,
And that is, what is my purpose?
I believe there is a reason I’m alive,
There’s a reason I’m breathing
There’s a reason I see my shadow,
Every day under the sun,
While others are called to your Heaven.
God, I feel like I’m in an oven,
I feel limited and hacked,
And like no one listens to my cries even
All I’m crying for,
Is that you reveal my purpose.
Tell me what I’m destined to do,
Let my purpose be a gift
To Africa and to the hopeless,
To the world and the helpless.