This life is not carefree
Its give-and-taking schemes
Are not always budget-friendly
Or mindful of our dreams
The flying colours of
Accomplishment’s success
Are cradled in a fragile glove
Of heartache and distress
The ‘something very nice’
We seized with 'hip-hooray'
Was but the laud of sacrifice
On altars of Today
Reminding us again
How fundamental, trust
Without it who could bear the pain
Of time’s determined dust
Emphasizing anew
We hold a gifted Strand
And life is but the avenue
Back to the Giver's Hand
Midst high-fives and low-blows
We traipse time's strafing sod
While weathering life’s wows and woes
But by the grace of God
But by the grace of God
Easy-street, none can claim
For if we could who would applaud
Or call upon His name
© Janet Martin
All they asked was that we should
continue to remember the poor...
Gal.2:10
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