You may feel like a failure,
You may assume that all is lost.
It sometimes looks so bleak, by
Pains and doubts you are
Wracked and tossed.
The desert around you, may be all
Blackened sands, but as long as
You can see the mountains,
With hope to guide you, a
Rescue is surely at hand.
He said He will never give you
More than you can handle, without
Giving you a way out. Don’t
Miss the messenger, because you were
Looking to the sky for a shout.
So many things are simple, yet
We make them oh so hard;
We see pimples on our faces,
"When there are flowers in our yard".
by
Jerry E Smith
©8/13/16
