Christian poem about holding onto God in the intersection of hard times and faith

"He's head over heels for you." "He doesn't wear heels" I say sarcastically "Fine, he's head over Cleats..."

"Anna dislikes being stuck three-quarters of the way down a chimney. She really does. Not to mention, she's still going round North America, and there's, like, three continents still to get through in about as many hours."