How well God does the things, we try to do,
So clumsily for long, without results;
The way in which He punishes men too,
Like stones that come with speed from catapults.
Sometimes, He takes more time to do His work;
Nevertheless, it is for our own good;
God elicits from all a strong knee-jerk;
Yet gives His grace and strength and also mood.
But, human labor lone may not suffice;
Nor human strategy brings quick success;
Just pray to God to gain His wise advice,
The burden of achievement becomes less.
The word of God decides success, defeat;
The ways in which He does things, none can beat.
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