‘When all joy’s jostled,
A smile smears off one’s face.
When food fade like fog,
Hunger hangs her to a hanger.
When a job is like a jab,
Rugs rag life to a ramp.
Grunt, ‘glory is to God,’
He meets any needs.
When a hub hurt her heart,
She shoves out of the hut.
When sickness slit like sleet.
Doctors’ doses don’t do.
When death do boom to doom,
And you’re orphaned or widowed
Carry your cross to Christ,
As of sun up, up to sun down.
Jesus’ joy to the joyless,
And father to the fatherless.
He’s everything to everyone,
And everyone to everything.
