With every new ray of sun descending on us
Out comes a hearty, heavy sigh
An audible sign from our tired selves
Of all the troubles just gone by
And this i say not in sorrow but jest
For how could a mere 20 years of precious life
Ever tire us so to make us weep?
We are but novices at the game of life
With much to learn and more to enjoy
And we aren't even in that deep
Oh we fools just don't stop to see
The traps He lays to watch us fall
Into wells of gloom and sadness
A busted party?? A bad break up?
Hell! That's just His way of telling us
He's still up there, waiting to bless
If only we would look up to say
And send some thanks up His way
'Tis His way of showing us the power of faith
That gives us strength to look past hate
So hold that chin high and walk right ahead
And dare the troubles of the world to find a way
to get you down now and spill its seeds of misery
For now, we know, God will save the day!
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