Care runs ready fingers over laugh-lines of youth
It weighs the spirit with want, need and truth
Life has no easy-street without any trouble
Lest ever we think it; pop goes its bubble
Its care, in spite of our ‘rather-would-not’
Trains us to labor with what we’ve got
We cannot order or arrange morrow’s air
Nor tug the veil from its stalemate of care
Our utter hope, when it’s all said and done
Is not how we cope but Who we lean upon
All we can do with our share of care’s test
Is ask God for courage then trust Him for the rest
© Janet Martin
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