When you are tired
in the muck mired
And you are weary
mind is getting bleary
The more they stack
up on your back
Flat on the ground
with no one around
You find yourself falling
on your belly sprawling
In the dirt laying
so you begin praying
“God, please help me
I pray to Thee!”
Then strength returns to you
as the Son comes shining through!
Teresa Marie 10/14/11
What about God? 
Another wonderful poem.
Thank you very much! Peace, Terri