Problems
Problems, appear to arrive by priority mail,
Solutions, seldom ever, are sent first class.
But God won’t allow them at your doorstep,
Without concealing his solution in the grass;
Get on your knees and search for it.
Problems that go to bed with you today
Always get up with you tomorrow.
Tom
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