The Christian Alphabet Poem
 
A lthough things are not perfect
B ecause of trial or pain,
C ontinue in thanksgiving,
D o not begin to blame.

E ven when the times are hard,
F ierce winds are bound to blow.
G od is forever able --
H old on to what you know.

I magine life without His love;
J oy would cease to be.
K eep thanking Him for all the things
L ove imparts to thee.

M ove out of "Camp Complaining"!
N o weapon that is known
O n earth can yield the power
P raise can do alone.

Q uit looking at the future;
R edeem the time at hand.
S tart every day with worship --
T o "thank" is a command.

U ntil we see Him coming
V ictorious in the sky,
W e'll run the race with gratitude,
X alting God most high.

Y es, there will be good times and yes some will be bad, but
Z ion waits in glory, where none are ever sad!
 

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"Too blessed to be stressed!"

The shortest distance between a problem and a solution is the distance between your knees and the floor.  The one who kneels to the Lord can stand up to anything.  Be Blessed.