The Puzzle
Life is often filled with problems
that we cannot understand.
Surely, this must be a testing place
on the way to that fair land.
Troubles and trials fill each day.
I try so hard to solve them.
But only God has the answers.
Only He can dis-solve them.
While I try to search for one piece
of the puzzle that must be gone…
Another piece suddenly is missing,
compounding my desire to get it in place.
My solving it is only- wishing.
Only God has the answers to Life.
Only He can fit it all in place.
With His help, suddenly it slides right in.
He knows it can’t be done in haste.
If I trust in Him, He will work it all out.
Everything will surely turn out fine.
He knows what is best, but must put us to the test.
If we trust Him, He will keep us in line.
Copyright © Betty Harp Butler | Year Posted 2016
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