Is all that comes our way Sent by You, do please say, Meant so that we can grow? Do tell us, I’d love to know. In that way, we would be clear Why things occur on Earth here, Then alone our hearts can rest, Fully certain it’s all for our best, For, it must be so if all deeds You do, And what comes our way is sent by You.

Is Your world a comedy mere (Though it may not so appear), A strange joke of a giant sort, Your mere fun, just Your sport (Though to us who feel its pain, This may not be clear or plain)? If this is so, could I ask You The reason why thus You do, For, many who its pain endure May pine for it to be no more? But is their pining Your joke, too? This none else knows, only You!

Do what you must, but not more, Else, your life may become a chore, A burden you feel too heavy to bear, A tiresome, onerous, tedious affair. Why make your life heavy and tough? Your duty you do, and that is enough. Each their own assigned tasks must do, Doing others’ tasks is just not for you. Focus on the work that’s in your share, To do any more why should you care? If that you do, life very painful may be, Then don’t complain about it to me!

How foolish we humans can be, Our folly we often refuse to see. In our blindness how we forget, That what we give, that we’ll get. This Great Law we should know, That we must reap what we sow. If this one truth we’re made aware, Of our deeds we might take better care.