Victory

And this is the origin of victory: A man once went to sow his mustard seed; The path to his garden was impassable muddy And the weather was discouraging awry, Thin drizzle and heavy downpour alike Made clothes stick to his sodden body; He however firmly held his seed For in his mind was registered the re-affirming need To reap abundantly when the harvest came. And though tares throttled his seed, He one by one weeded them out Until the crops were dancing in the freedom of breeze. But after a time rather short Pests and disease fell upon the green garden And all crops were about to wither as a result, But the industrious farmer fought them strong; He sprayed chemicals and with his hands crushed the aphids dead, And after a time surprisingly short villagers gathered around in a throng Wondering how he managed to have his garden green When they all stared with uncertainty the prospect of famine. And thieves tried to steal at night But the diligent farmer smoked them out; He labored steadily to the end Until he harvested barns and barns before the drought While some neighbors chose suicide Than face the gallows of hunger. Others had no where to hide And were seen borrowing with shame While blaming the weather for theIr misery And cursing God's benevolent Name! This parable is for you to unravel And upon its substance ponder and marvel: The lazy man blames his tool, And some have taken Providence for a fool; They blame the times and others seasons While the same should supply ample reasons Why they should succeed to the brim For nothing without a cause is ever allowed by Him!