Why I Live

Life had begun from the beginning and the Creator had seen every reason for our living.

Life of a true is worth a living, but my question is why am I living?
One day I was down on the lane
with my head bowed in shame
wondering why I was made
thinking the purpose of my creation was all in vain;
till a day like this evening,
Jesus came in and gave my life a meaning,
He told me I am living for Him the King of kings who in heaven and on earth is reigning.

Why I Live!

This poem is about: 
Me

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