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Meet Trouble
Painted clouds are in the sky,
There's a Summer day at hand -
But you won't see anything
With head buried in the sand.
You have to look around you
To see God's colors fair,
Otherwise your surroundings
Will only be bleak and bare.
No matter what your troubles,
They will seem much less severe
If you meet them eye-to-eye;
With Jesus, you needn't fear!
Then - you will smell the roses,
And will see their beauty too . . .
Leave the sand for the ostrich,
Observe what God has for you.
©2002 Nina Faye Rosenbaum
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