The winds of change come blowing by
Things change and sometimes we wonder why
God has plans higher than ours
They will bloom in His time like golden flowers
We often think that He does not care
And find ourselves disappointed for our share
Of hardships and pain and people who stare
Sometimes not understanding and treating us
As if we are not there.
Turn your eyes heavenward do not give up hope
For as the sun comes up again over the horizon
So His help extends when we are at the end of our rope!
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credit - own poetry