While the almighty created all things,
He did not create an inferior man,
With the imperfections that man did bring,
It still is all part of the plan

As the ice melts & the sun shines through,
There is a longing to be there,
But in the distance we hear the ring of ideas new,
& in the joyful tones we share

Beloved as we try to handle the ox cart of life,
We find the road treacherous,
But God will remove the places of strife,
And bring us blessings in plethora