Not the problem

As wicked as the world has become 
It doesn't only cause you pain but also blinds 
As pitch dark as it gets 
It loves to twist and test your guts
One's turmoil and complain can fill the cloud
But when you count your blessings you'd be calm
Thank God a meal is not the problem. 
Nor free oxygen. 
A place to lay my head is not the problem. 
Nor that I'd wear. 
Health may be chase but a hospital bill is not the problem. 
May feel lost and lonely but I pray and thank God that love is not the problem. 
Nor a joyful heart.