FROM THE OTHER SIDE

Stranded
Frustrating
Boxed in
Why me?

Snowed in
Iced in
Boxed in
Why me?

Lemons
Limes
So tart
Stinging
Binding

But God makes lemonade
Removing the sting
And the ties
And frees us..

The snow is there
To say, “Stop”.
The ice is there
To say, “STOP!”

And we
Do not recognize
God’s gift for what it is.

And God just shakes His head
And says, “Children, children,”