You say mess? I think blessing
Poised to soon surprise
You say mistake? I think re-take
Re-try! Re-fresh! Re-vise!

You say despair? Au contraire!
With faith, hope cannot die
You say give up? I think rise up!
With grace and grit, reply

You say lemon? I think lemonade
By love, transformed
You say pain? I think gain
If to love’s cross, conformed

You say, “Why me?”, I think, “Why me?”
Why blessed with friends? The sun? The birds?
You say, “Not fair!”, I think, “Not fair!”

He melts my miffs with mercy sweet…

Serves me “humble pie”…

And unfairly spares me from my “just desserts”