It shall be well

The routine just became daunting Straining, overbearing and exhausting Yet it is the current blessing I should celebrate That drains much strength just to navigate But since our world has seen so little good I try to not seem from a spoilt brood And only to God can I present my case For bare truth be rife when a man prays I ask all I wish and ask it be His will Lest I ask not and my joy knows no fill I repeat again and again till it appears To the affirming of faith reigning over the fears It shall be well so long as He leads For He refines, He guides, He speeds And the way I will lift and fly past Will be above the best lot ever cast. K. Muitherero