The week began slowly with much hope
That regardless of what came about, I could cope,
And find a way to work everything out.
I was feeding my faith and starving my doubt,
But as the days began to progress,
Old Satan got on his job and began causing stress.
Trouble began and caused great strife
As I struggled to be a good mother, friend, employee and wife.
My husband had many complaints
And very little thanks
For my making efforts from day-to-day
To help in trying to make a way
To pay unexpected bills
And trying to prepare unappreciated meals.
I was trying to be his support, his very backbone,
It seemed that in his eyes, all I did was wrong.
My children arose each morning with negative attitudes
Never having any sense of gratitude.
They seemed to want things right this minute, right now,
And never seemed to consider or wonder how
I would and could sacrifice my money, my love and my time
To assure that nothing is left undone or no one is left behind.
They don't know of the nights I toss and turn all night long
Worrying if I'm going wrong
In trying to direct them in the right way
To assure that they don't go astray.
As the week continues, work becomes a mess
And adds more confusion and stress.
No one there seems to understand
That I'm doing the very best that can
To be a good Christian from day-to-day
Even when Satan tries to step in my way.
By the end of the week, my faith has been shattered
And my spirit has been beaten and battered.
I feel weak; for my hope is drained,
And I feel I can't manage to sustain
Enough faith to believe a brighter day will come
And can't seem to wonder or believe where my help will come from.
As the end of the week draws near,
It really seems to appear
That nothing I do is worth the time I put in,
And I might as well return to my world of sin.
So, in a moment of despair,
When I'm at my lowest and no one seems to care,
I look to the hills to give some humble thanks and praise
For yesterday, today, tomorrow and for all of my days,
Because regardless of how hectic they may have been,
Something within me knew that there was someone on whom I could depend,
And that was the Lord, Jesus Christ, my very help in the time of need;
I know He's heard my every cry, my every call, my every plead
For strength and help just to make it through
All that Satan was trying to do
To place stumbling blocks in my way
And force me to go astray.
I can truly can say, "TGIF"
Thank God I Finished another week in spite of my trials and myself.
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