Sunday, 7 May 2023

Against All odds

 Life's hardly a Bed of Roses

I must tackle a curve ball every day


Amid fear and hopelessness

Despair and frustration

Against all odds

I must stand straight and tall

I've got to keep the faith

Believe that it is not the end of it all

Never mind if situations resolve at their own pace

I'll simply carry on with God's abiding grace. 


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