I make an effort every day,
To do my best to work to pray.
My effort is to try,
A verb, an action, to reach for the sky.
I try to do better, I try to behave.
I try to be kind, I try to obey.
Then a trial, a noun, comes my way.
A thing, a hardship, my path at bay.
A fight--I stumble; a hurt--I fall.
A disappointment--I drop the ball.
Trying, an adjective, it's difficult, it's hard,
To keep trying, that little verb, to be on my guard.
The Lord loves effort, the prophet said,
So I just keep trying to get out of bed.
And when I do, I look around,
Hidden treasures, wanting to be found.
A hug, a kiss, a laugh of glee,
A rainbow a reminder, all gifts for me.
Trying to do...,
I'm spent, I'm through!
But trying to see,
Is where true peace will be;
From trying to tackle life's trying trials;
Seeing the good will carry me for miles.