Why Me?

I have never felt such hunger,

I have never felt such cold. 

I drive through these townships, 

and see people living in tin sheds,

not knowing where more food is going to come from,

  and wonder, 

Why me?

"Lord, why did you give me such a life?

A life that some only dream about."

Why me?

Food has never been in short supply. 

I am never so cold at night that I can't feel my feet.

My parents have never gotten so mad at me that they

throw me out on the street.

Why me?

I can only thank my Jehovah Jireh for giving me the life that He has.

And wonder why He gave it to me. 

But why He did it, I will never know. 

He certainly didn't have to.

I wasn't entitled to anything. 

I don't have any right to any of it

I didn't do anything to attain it.

Based on my entitlement, I deserve pain and suffering.

And that He certainly hasn't given me. 

Maybe one day He will, 

My life could change in an instant. 

But would that mean He loves me any less? 

But by no means. 

So, why me?

The only answer to that my friends, 

is because He wanted to. 

Because for some strange reason, 

He picked me out of the dust and said, 

"You are mine. 

And this is where I want you." 

Plain and simple.