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.
Copyright © John Sensele | Year Posted 2018
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