by Gary Jacobson|
Of tempest, tribulation and strife,
You having trouble keeping up with the X's and O's?
Are you caught in mood swings from highs to lows,
Changing politic's woes?
Do you find it hard to choose between life's line,
Eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow you may die chime,
Do you follow straight and narrow Iron Rod values
That God always in goodness imbues?
Do people say you're an old stick in the mud?
This earth was in the beginning formed from mud,
from birth there was mud,
And now there's mud,
Mud, mud, mud,
If you don't walk a higher plane
Through this world of sorrow and pain.
If you can walk through tempest and storm,
Make of life a righteous art form,
With each passing day more blessings you will gain.
If you don't, You have no one else to blame,
If you do not progress, but stay the same.
So with inspirations fiery flame,
Move ever foreward through life's rain,
Till a higher glory you obtain.
A litle floss, a little fluff just dandy.
Sometimes life will give you a sugar high,
Make you feel like you could touch the sky.
When you are down and feeling fussy,
Life feels so warm and fuzzy,
When at long last you hit the bull's eye,
From on top of the world your spirit's fly.
Do you feel like a snowman still and cold,
Standing lonely watch stiff and bold,
Alone planted solitary on a hill,
Just gazing over hummock and rill,
Ouststanding in your field,
As the world passes by without giving yield.
Do you feel lost in somebody else's parade,
Confetti falling all around make your goals
From sight quickly fade?
Are you last to catch on in life's game of charade?
Have the faith of little children in good cheer,
For God is hovering ever near.
Soon confetti confusions will clear,
Relieving all trepidation and fear.
When you're caught in a zig-zag world,
Mid a plethora of problems unfurled,
Out of step,
Of all hope bereft...
Unsyncopated and out of rhyme,
Everybody else walking a straight line.
When you feel you've slipped a gear
Be of good cheer,
Watch and listen carefully to life's tune.
Have faith in harmonic rhythm playing soon.
Once again in step you'll soon swing along,
Again sing life's sweetest song.
When you feel life is non-stop running,
Filled to overflowing with frizzles,
Forever falling in a sereies of pastel dribbles.
At times like that it's no use for quibbles.
Just settle down,
Breath deeply, from deep and deeper down...
Living and loving will get better as days go by,
If you will but with all your might try.
Be ye of heartened cheer,
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