The Bad Results Poem by Gideon Arthur

What are the results?
Tell me! Tell me!
Whatever it may be
May the will of the Lord be done

What? Tears from my eyes?
Oh yes! oh yes!
It's flowing in excess
May the will of the Lord be done

I'm broken hearted?
That's right! That's right!
Broken by the might
May the will of the Lord be done

Stressing about it?
Okay Okay
For I'm stressing to say
May the will of the Lord be done

All things may be well
To it I'm blind
Since the Lord is so Kind
May the will of the Lord be done