My poem soon was crushed
Under the tramp of hurried feet
That left chaos in my calendar
And trouble on my street

But like the little lizard
Who hides among the leaves
Finding there a place to rest
And safely rides the breeze

I stopped and I remembered
That God commands the dawn
When I may wake to hope again
His work to carry on

Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, 
and you will find rest for your souls. Matthew 11:29 ESV