Out of the Mire

Rain clouds are hovering
Sun disappears
Life becomes dark
Increasing our cares
We can be positive
Most of the time
But trials will come
And darkness we'll find
It feels like you live
In a foreign land
As you wait upon God
To come take your hand
Time marches on
And you're down to the wire
As you need to be lifted
Out of the mire
Needing your feet
To be set on a rock
Wishing for God
To turn back the clock
But He in His wisdom
Knows what we need
And as we continue
To seek and to plead
He will accomplish
What concerns us
All that we need
And what He deems best
It seems so uncanny
And yet this is true
He'll use it for good
Because He loves you!

Copyright Mary Jane Gonzales

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