Problems are the Path

 There is no easy road,

That provides a beautiful view,

There is no simple answer,

For the work we must do.

The trials come in life,

And leave us wondering why,

Yet what defines us in the end,

Are solutions that we try.

What comes to our hands easy,

Are the things that never last,

Our hearts define our souls,

Because problems are the path.

Trouble stops us on the way,

And we no longer want to try,

Problems presented to us,

Are opportunities to fly,

Dreams held within the heart,

Present problems to confound,

If the Wright brothers let that stop them,

We would still be on the ground.

What comes to our hands easy,

Are the things that never last,

Our hearts define our souls,

Because problems are the path.

We all need help to overcome,

That’s why we have each other here,

So many people and perspectives,

We should be glad that they are near.

When we pray to God for answers,

They hardly fall from the sky,

They come from the hearts and souls,

Of the people who are nearby.

What comes to our hands easy,

Are the things that never last,

Our hearts define our souls,

Because problems are the path.

With imaginary labels,

Lines are drawn in the sand,

Leaving us lonely,

Not a good plan.

We are in this thing together,

When push comes to shove,

Yet when fears are forsaken,

There is only love.

What comes to our hands easy,

Are the things that never last,

Our hearts define our souls,

Because problems are the path.