A tragedy it is, when drama’s left to rule my life
And all about the tears I cry, the worries and the strife
What fun that it can be to take the drama all around
And turn it into comedy and laughter, I have found
I know that it’s not easy implementing this ideal
The drama that I sometimes have, is sorrowful and real
I know I must allow myself sometimes to frown and cry
To cry out to my God above and ask, Lord when? Lord why?
But wallowing is not an option I’ll allow myself
I’ve been there and I’ve done that, now I’ve put it on the shelf
It’s much more fun to smile and laugh, e’en in the midst of pain
And in the end, the difference ‘tween insanity and sane.
So laugh at me, I won’t protest, when I am feeling blue
But don’t forget that I will do the same regarding you
I do not speak of making fun of pain that’s raw, and real
I have a heart that feels for you, it is not made of steel
Above all, may I not forget that kindness matters much
Cold shoulders often harden hearts, not so a gentle touch
This is the day the Lord has made…that’s what I’m talking ’bout
I will rejoice, and glad I’ll be, and of His love I’ll shout!