Contributed by Ronald Fair on Apr 20, 2002
God has not promised skies always blue
Flower strewn pathways all our lives through
God has not promised sun without rain.
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain
But God has promised strength for the day
Rest from the labor, light for the way
Many times I have watched a boy going along the street kicking a tin can. The can would fly through the air, bounce on the pavement, scrape along the curb, and before very long it became a battered object of ill treatment. His battered can reminds me of life.