Times And Seasons Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Work with your hands to gain the morrow,
Like the times and the seasons;
Lead a quiet life to mind your own business,
Like the hopes and the dreams in our missions.
See that no one pays evil for evil,
And pursue that which is righteous always;
Highly in love,
In all my distress and affliction;
Praying night and day like,
The pains of a woman with child.
Can the fig tree bear Olive berries?
can a grapevine bear figs?
Who is wise and understanding among you?
Work with your hands to gain the morrow.