Not My Right To Avenge Or Derange

I decline to despair Although life sometimes gets unfair It can’t beat the power of devout prayer On which I forever rely When temptation makes me cry But I try never to ask why The school of hard knocks Chiming on time like clocks Which can’t give me comforting talks When heartbroken Also forsaken Like a yellow chicken I conceal my shame in my inferiority cocoon At sunup, mid-morning and at noon In spiritual matters, it’s a still a great boon God in his omnipotence on me showers Mathematical and social powers In miracle hours whose showers Give me a reason to go on To fight anew in a confident tone Without any opportune moment blown As from the bottom of my heart I believe Sorrow I take, happiness to the less privileged I give And foes bitter and fitter I dare to forgive Ultimately, it’s for God to revenge Arrange and challenge While I possess no right any trespasses to avenge or order to derange.