The Game of Life

When your life goes unbearable
And the visible light of promise discontinues to glow,
When all your dreamings and aspirations
Lie inactive on ambition's decease row.

When you experience that all is hopeless,
Life problems just look to abound.
When those you thought were supporters
Are suddenly nowhere to be found;

When aweary from the battle of trying
And you inquire to yourself, "What’s the use?"
You struggle on to make the best that you can
But once again, all Hell interruptions loose.

When things in your life go disjointed
And everything you touch bends stale.
When nervousness are on border from life's pressures,
And there's no breath with which to exhale.

When the route you are traveling acquires bumpy
And the hills go harder to climb,
When the going acquires tougher and tougher
And prevail for a considerably long time.

Remember, it's not what you anticipate from life,
But rather, what life anticipates from you.
When the wind of predicament blows your way,
Life desires to see just how well you'll do.

You see, life is really like playing a game.
To win, you must play as it dictates.
If you follow its built-in survival rules,
Your problems will miraculously dissipate.

So when you near the end of your rope
When your dorsum is pressed to the wall.
When you're trapped all around by conditions
And you can scarcely travel around at all.

Don't give up and moving ridge surrender's flag.
Don't succumb to the prods of strife.
Don't hang your caput in resignation,
Don't halt playing this game called life.

Just face your problems caput on;
Face them all in supplication 1 by one.
You'll larn after a long or short while
The game of life can surely be won.

For your powerfulness will suddenly increase;
Your strength to struggle on, He'll renew.
Supreme Being will not forsake His ain blessed child;
He cannot and will not neglect you.