Do Something Drastic
Had to separate grass from all the weeds
So I could find my many mustard seeds;
God, help me hold fast like a big rock
And bare in life each and every hard knock.
God was my rock all through the years
Helped me through pain and then my tears
And in my prayer a thought it triggered
What if my fragile face had been disfigured?
When I looked into mirror became afraid
If for another one I could only trade;
My wife worried about my each thought
And into life's frenzy, she got caught.
What if keeping with times I was really mod
And looked into mirror and saw face of God
With a smile which so surely seemed to say
Where a will is, there must be a right way.
God as usual did do something drastic
Brought in surgeon specializing in plastic;
Now my new face which I finally found
Does look so nice and new all around.
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