Trouble is something
no one can escape,
Everyone has it in
some form or shape-
Some people hide it
way down deep inside,
Some people bear it
with gallant-like pride,
Some people worry
and complain of their lot,
Some people covet
what they haven't got,
While others rebel and
become bitter and old
With hopes that are dead
and hearts that are cold...
But the wise man accepts
whatever God sends,
Willing to yield like
a storm-tossed tree bends,
Knowing that God never
makes a mistake,
So whatever He sends
they are willing to take-
For trouble is part
and parcel of life
And no man can grow
without trouble and strife,
And the steep hills ahead
and high mountain peaks
Afford man at last
the peace that he seeks-
So blessed are the people
who learn to accept
The trouble men try
to escape and reject,
For in our acceptance
we're given great grace
And courage and faith
and the strength to face
The daily troubles
that come to us all
So we may learn to stand
straight and tall-
For the grandeur of life
is born of defeat
For in overcoming
we make life complete.
(Helen Steiner Rice)