What Matters Most

Sometimes we look at ourselves

And wonder why we’re here

We see the image in the glass

And wish it were more clear

What did God think on the day

That He created me?

Here is a child, a boy, a girl

What are they meant to be?

Or did He say, “I just got bored

And had time on my hands

So I made this one

For no reason at all

I hope they understand.

Is the image I see the same for Him?

Does He wish I had been more

Have I fulfilled His creation plan

Is this what He had in store?

And though I try to do it all

I don’t seem to have a clue

All I know is that with Christ

My life comes into view.

When I look in the mirror

The reflection I see

Shows nothing I can boast

Not I but Christ and Him alone

Is what matters most.