It Does Not Matter
by Barbara Philbrook

It does not matter what appears to be,
because my Heavenly Father provides grace for me.

Severe depression tries to get me down,
but I know my God is always around.

A bad marriage is what I have today,
but it just sends me to God to kneel and pray.

If life were perfect as could be,
would my Heavenly Father mean as much to me?

Would I realize the strength He provides,
if I were so happy I was bursting inside?

Our finances are putting us through a test,
but God promises to provide those needs with all the rest.

I could dwell daily on negativity,
but that is not what God expects of me.

I shall count my blessings every day,
and give Him thanks as I kneel to pray.

No matter how bad things appear to be,
God promises He is always here for me.

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