Born To Worry
Poem By Betty Jean Brooks
As the Season's change
We have to change too,
Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter.
We tend to worry about them all--
A light Spring day, a hot Summer and play.
Falling of the leaves and
Moods too, and don't forget the snowy, sleds
and boots and hats and crafts at play.
Must we worry so?
Let go - let God - is a better way.
He will shoulder the worry his way...