Playing the glad game,
To not go bananas… How do they do it, Those Pollyannas? It can be exhausting To fall on deaf ears. Wind blows seeds away, Not toil or tears. My mind sometimes asks, “Why do you bother?” Because God loves us, We love Him and each other. No gain without pain, No faith without hearing. Can’t give up planting, Though results we’re not seeing. Our struggle is Not in vain, For a rare soul Might salvation obtain. The trek is not easy, But our hope’s not gone. Lost sheep waiting, Got to carry on. I try, I do, And not for me, But more so For you. Pessimism is not helpful. We can be realistic, But build each other up! Let’s try to be optimistic. Every cloud has A silver lining. And after each rain, The sun’s always shining. Had the right idea, Pollyanna; A time to laugh or cry. But what time is it now? I know I’ve got to try. I’d rather know I tried, If given a choice. When one is saved, Not just angels rejoice. Comments are closed.
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