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.