No minister ever ordained by God
Has voiced such a fervent plea,
As the sermon in the kitchen
That I preach each day to me.
Our wound in life somehow must heal
For, others left behind,
Will need our strength and fortitude
If happiness they find.
We must accept what ever comes,
This storm, will never abate.
We can only lessen the battle with-in
If we drift with the current of fate.