You were put here for a reason

Sometimes when the night grows long

and regrets run through your mind,

you look back on your life

and wonder what you've left behind.

You've won no fame or fortune,

no title, power or land.

No loyal group of followers,

no one at your command.

You brood on all the chances lost,

when you could have had the prize,

But fate stepped in and stole it

right before your very eyes.

Is there any hope for meaning,

any legacy to leave?

Any way to join the ranks of those

who struggle and achieve?

Then a small voice speaks inside you

of a deed done long ago,

a trifling thing or so it seemed.

You had no way to know.

Your kindly act of charity

that turned a life around

and set some soul back on the path

where freedom can be found.

If not for you would have gone undone,

only you could make it so.

You were put here for a reason, friend,

that only God can know.