Borrowed

Two friends sat side-by-side one night,
talking over the "why?"'s and "how?"'s.
But the out of the blue,
friend number two groans, "I hate my life;
just kill me now."

The first friend just smiled,
a kind look in his eye;
and calmly began to say,
"I'm sorry mate; I'd do anything for you,
but your life's not mine to take.

It belongs to God and God alone;
Life's a gift sent from above.
The Father gives and the Father takes
in his endless acts of love."

The first just stared at his good ol' pal;
then looked out at the darkened yard.
Then he finally said, "If he loves me, my friend;
why'd he make my life so damn hard?"

"Well, life is full of bumps in the road;
things to prepare you for what's to come.
You think your life's rough?
God too had it tough;
he watched the death of his only son."

"But problem after problem keeps bombarding me, man;
I swear it sees no end!
It's like I have no choice;
like no one hears my voice--
like I'll be struggling until the end!"

"And maybe you will, 'cause that's called Life;
but remember: our lives are His.
And at the end of the track,
we'll have to give them back.
Though after that comes the purest state of bliss."

"Yes; heaven's the goal,
and "Now" is the path that's leading us on our way;
there's twists and turns,
and things to learn--
but learn you will each day."

"I've got one thing more to say, my friend
before I can conclude;
since life's only BORROWED,
don't think of tomorrow;
because God has a plan for you."