My Bad Hair Days - Re-Posted

I keep thinking tomorrow’s it,

The one where things go right.
Yet every day some new problem
Steps in to pick a fight.

So if I look a bit wild eyed
My hair a bit astray,
Just assume that I fought back
Against what came my way.

Though I may look worse for the wear,
Still I know that I’ve won,
Because I’ll stand and fight again
When each new day’s begun!

Proverbs 24:16
for though the righteous fall seven times, they rise again, but the wicked stumble when calamity strikes.