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I've often heard complaints -- And I am guilty, too! Why should trials and trouble Come to me and you?
Why can't our lives be free from care? In Christ we have put our trust! Don't we deserve a better fate? Is this fair or just?
Then the answer came one day, As I ironed my husband's shirt! We need the "heat" of trial To rid the wrinkles that would hurt.
Rough spots need to be made smooth -- Faults to be erased. All the sins that beset us so, That deny the Lord first place.
Then, when our lives are ended And before the Lord we stand, Pure and spotless we will be -- Fit for Heaven grand!
24 September 2003
Beautiful and it will be even more so when we get home to heaven Praise the Lord.
23 February 2004
Very nice, I will have to see if my wife will iron one of my shirts, maybe she will be equally enlightened. :) Thank God He does smooth out our wrinkles or I'd be in bad shape some days.
09 July 2004
Some have been trying to teach me that there needs to be so many feet in each line of every verse (the same I'm told), but I'm finding it very hard to learn. I like the premise of your poem and I think that, if we only allow Him to iron out those wrinkles, instead of trying to "do it ourselves", we'd all be better off!

09 April 2003
Read your poem and liked it. Makes an important point. Good message.