Too Much
To much pain
Is reserved good pleasure;
To much sorrow
Is reserved great rejoicing.
To much suffering
Is reserved much ease;
To much poverty
Is reserved better riches.
And when true answers are but few,
But many are your afflictions,
The Lord will deliver you out of them all.
Your reserve is from on High;
So, look up to the hills
When life is just too much.
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