Don't Trip On The Roses...

Sometimes on a week like this it would be easy to trip over the 'roses'.

My brother-in-law Les was in hospital one night. He has a terrible flu or something. They sent him home for the weekend, hoping his double vision will clear.

Hubby Jim ( after a few tests) was told he has a tumor in his bladder. 

He is booked for surgery on Feb. 16.

Sister-in-law Karen (my brother Dave's wife) was rushed to London Hospital from the small local hospital after her blood-test results alarmed the Doctors...

Last night my nephew Anthony (Mike and Marlene's son) broke his collar-bone

Don’t take it for granted

Each day is enchanted

With mercies kind-planted

Where trials intrude

Day breaks bronze and yellow

Grace drips from yon cello

Equipping time’s hello

With man’s hope renewed

Don’t trip on the ‘roses’

Though thorn-tree imposes

The Father who chose us

Abides, age to age

His ways are higher

Than Thought’s haze and mire

Oh, don’t miss the choir

Because of the stage

Ah, someday in heaven

For those saved, forgiven

All hurt will be driven

From its Endless Day

No tear-shaped surprises

No trouble that tries us

No why-Lord disguises

As earth falls away

© Janet Martin