Better

I hope that soon you will be well.
You don't deserve this bitter spell.
In the end you'll be better when it's quelled.
Fighting through such rotten hells.
Makes you stronger God tells.
To help you find the depths of strength filled wells.
How far you'll go, on you depends.
Fighting through with few demands.
Always offer helping hands.
To those who share in this great plan.
They'll help you too for what you do.
Faithful freinds are far and few.
They make you better it is true.
Just keep the faith and do not hate.
In Gods' time it's never too late.
He makes you better when you keep up pace.
So lift up your head and go to him.
He'll make you better when hope is slim.

poem by Michael McParland
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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