God's Creation

my memories of you,
never seem to fade.
creating me from the womb of my mother.
with each passing day,
new air is breathed into my by my God and Christ.

created for a reason,
one i do not know.
with each passing day,
it draws near and near.
coming to a blind bend, one that you have to wait and see.
i have to trust Him with my heart.
i know that as hard as it will ever be, i must.