If life is what we make of it,
What will you make of yours?
Will you open the window,
Only to close it?
If it rains, pours, and storms?
Will you realize that lives, like plants, 
sometimes only grow after the rain.
Somethings only heal,
after having been out in a storm.

When the valley flows with milk and honey?
Will you choose to dam it up?
Or will you choose to make bread,
and share it with friends?

When death comes to a loved one,
will you choose to close doors?
Will you shut yourself away in your own self-made coffin?
or will you choose to embrace them,
for all the ways they helped you grow,
and let their works and love grow through you?

When your love says lets go traveling
Will you say, no I'm just to busy?

When your friend says lets have Jamaican Thai
will you just say PBJs sound good to me?

When your children want to go play by the pond,
Will you go collect tadpoles with them,'
or close the gate and lecture about the risks of drowning?

What if when the spirit called,
that man never went into the desert alone for 40 days?
What if he had stayed home with his mother
playing x box live?

If life is what we make of it?
Don't we make our own life?
So how will you make yours?