On-Off Old Glance Flashing Its Hint

I gat no ing job All I do is place a daring bet Sometimes I hit the big stone with my toe While if luck gat my back, it catapults me like a jet Madness permits corncob Yet remain hopeful to have a cot How come seedling germinates below When no dropping deposit could have actually clot Life's race shouldn't be for only ace Though one needs to be steadfast on his lane And before hand tighten the golden shoe lace To avoid the awful onlookers laughter-like-cane Before pretence make you ale Try be for everyday as sun and moon ache Bottom-side-up, toughness won't make chance hale Its way through fate's hopeful touch of the unknown at stake On God I lean Even as flesh gets faith to leach Empty me of sins and make me clean Every flaw is free of me but upon him is each His strength is my will Driving my steps off "I CAN" And bless the anxious quills to thrill Beyond the great proposed altitude span Imagine a super hen Grazing on a snowy lea Then go ahead to feed in a den Giving òsùbà to lion and lioness via plea If never suffered acne, One would simply pray to heal Its skin lacking favor be put in a hackney For other hens to learn first how to deal What if a hand lance Stunningly to launch and cancel Will the super hen ever get another chance? Placed before the brethren on the holy chancel The pain in its body Will not bail out the wish to live In all ramifications be classified bawdy Even at the expense of grace fortunes give So soon sun shying Shall shun skipping sky So shy sailing saliva silently sighing See soaked season secretly scouting shall shoot Blessing unto every eel In its own world that enrich feeds Which are rare, lofty and hard to steal Nutritiously blessed of adequate needs