All That We Poem by Robert James Busby

All that we…

Is it so wrong,
To wish for riches,
Too feel ill,
Malcontented,
When comparing our lives,
With celebrities?

Is it so wrong,
To pray for security?
A hand to hold,
Through the darkest times?

Is it so wrong,
To live off of charity?
A justice,
To feel free?

I believe,
At the end of all things,
The Lord,
Never gives us,
More than we can manage.

More than we can handle.

They don't push us, too far,
Perhaps to our limits,
To test us,
Perhaps over the edge,
Occasional
But the lord,
Never gives us,
More than we can manage.

It's our code,
Our DNA
The DNA lottery,
It's out of God's command.

All that we can manage.