Life is a puzzle

           




                  Life is a puzzle
Life is a puzzle 

Living life is a struggle 

Life contains many problems

But most of the time the answer blossoms 

Every time we solve one 

We still aren’t done 

There are so many more

We might never get to the core  

We put together the pieces 

Hoping to find peace 

It is a long process 

Many times we have to confess   

Sins that we have done

Which is not very fun 

We have to make decisions 

We make many revisions 

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