It’s no problem

I used to pray sometimes

That I never knew,

I never saw,

or had a clue.

I wonder why, sometimes

of the reason it’s me

who lives what I live,

And sees what I see.

Then, I remember,

That I’ve lived through it all-

Been beaten down,

Yet, I still stand tall.

What did not kill,

Has made me strong

Made me a witness, a soldier

To carry others along.

I pick them up when I can;

Feel the sting of rain

Share the losses,

Then live with the pain.

But there are those times,

(and many there are)

That make this life worth it all

Like the look in one’s eyes

When my hand helps stop a fall

The shock I observe

when they see through a dark cloud…

“God put this man here,

just now,

to help me out…

…To be here when I’m all alone…

To give me one last hope,

And throw me a bone.”

Don’t forget to count your blessings…