There's always a way...

So, my friend sent me this poem one day, sense it meant something to her. I come back and read it every so often, just to remind myself.

There's always a way, but we have to try, though life is a gift to you and I. We can't expect to merely sit, with never an effort to merit it.


There's always a way, though the going's rough and only our best is good enough, we haven't the time to count each loss, if the bridge is out, we swim across.


There's always a way, life's not in vain, though joy may be the twin of pain, whichever way we chance to go, the Master walked it first, you know.


He simply wouldn't put us here and then withdraw His tender care, whatever His dear Love may ask, He makes us equal to the task.


For it is true, He walks beside us through each dawn and eventide, though bones may bend and sight grow dim, no thing's impossible for Him.


And so, whenever walls may rise to block the sunlight from our eyes, that is the time for us to say: "Dear Lord, please help me find the way."
- Grace E. Easley