Existence {the querry}

As I sit 'neath the old maple tree, i ponder my existence;
What will I do? Whom shall i be? I want to make a difference;
What is it Lord you would have me do? I ask,it is my querry;
Do I sew and reap and gather up? Venture out of my boundary?
Where do I go? Whom do I seek?
I wish to hold all those dear to me;
But yet I see the pressing throng;
Who are torn and thrown about;
they hunger,shiver,fear and bleed;
they always do without;
Lord can I be a loving touch and help them find your peace?
Lend me your wisdom and your grace;
for love is all we need.