Purpose

Life is hard,
I am weak.

I've done nothing,
And succeeded.
I do something,
And fail.

I thought for the first time,
That my life's purpose was over;
I had accomplished what I was put here to do,
Whatever it was.

But I shall not kill myself,
If God wants me dead,
He will have to kill me himself,
And take the blood on His hands.

I have no purpose,
And one cannot create one.
So I shall die at the end,
Having spend the majority of my life seeking what I've wanted.

You will die also,
But having spent your life doing what God wanted you to.