Gotta give ya some credit;

how on earth did ya do it?

Right in the middle of a divorce;

you really had no other recourse.

That job just about did you in;

your life seemingly in a tailspin.

The lawyers didn't give you not even one ear;

ignored your disability, all they did was sneer.

Your preexisting condition they totally disregarded;

negative repercussions, notoriously hardheaded.

They only wanted the money, pad their own pocket;

to them you were just another number on the docket.

Your sons took sides, it was totally unfair;

your limited faith shaken, more than you could bear.

You kept thinking about what tomorrow will hold;

now you know that your faith gave you the foothold.

Sometimes you felt forsaken, but you were really not;

we all have free will, and so we're not like a robot.

Someone had to tell you, by faith we move mountains;

fretting only tends to evil, don't listen to the goblins.

Gotta give ya some credit;

how on earth did ya do it?

Now in retrospect, you see one set of footprints;

before there were two, remember now all the hints.