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God is no God that seeth only in
The day but gropeth about at night
God is no God that giveth goats
But collecteth comely cows as tithe

God is no God that is unwise
A sort of sucker, stooge and *****
God is no God that knoweth not wrong
From rigth regardless of what's done

God is no God that simply scorneth
And scoffeth at a sinful fall
God is no God that despiseth
A croaky voice or a hollering call

God is no God that doth not help
That succoureth nay in sorrow
God is no God that doth not care
That expresseth no empathy over a woe

God is no God that's carried up and
Down like Dagon, like a dumb toy
God is no God that taketh away
Manhood to become a killjoy
Lord,

Grant me strength, speed and success,
Helping me to turn corners straight.
My soul deliver from wickedness
That lurk, lying about in wait.

No one the day knows well enough
To the end--its smooth and rough.
Teach me thus in life the way to go
In the fast lanes and the slow.
Life is like bread;
It has crust and crumb
Sides.
Though bread like Panko is crustless; yet how many lives too are challengeless--soft inside out, without a single crusty issue--light or thick, brown or dark?

Little knowledge I could glean informed that: "Significant nutritional loss results from omitting crusts from bread.
Bread crusts are very high in fiber and antioxidants, and contain a greater concentration of vitamins and minerals than the inner portion of bread.
Crusts from darker breads, in particular, contain higher amounts of these nutrients such as pronly-lysine, an antioxidant shown to inhibit 'colon cancer.'"

So a being sans "scars and stripes"of life's downs seldom becomes a flag of glory to be hoisted up, accompanying with "Stars-Spangled" anthem of eclat.
My soul covet nay diamond and jasper,
Which can be stolen or lost altogether;
Neither seek you the fleeting treasures
Of the world with their misty pleasures.

My heart desire not cars nor mansions
Alone in this earth full of constant frictions;
Neither pant you after momentary majesty,
Rejoicing in an ebbing estate of excellency

For moths and worms shall consume apace
At death, this body, and its glamour face.
You cannot the devil confront with riches:
Job would have won cheaply his challenges.

But seek ye rather first the spiritual gifts--
Coveting earnestly heaven's endowments:
For life's purposes are by them established;
Without them dreams cannot be fulfilled.
In biting bitterness, in splitting
Spleen. Swinging like a shuttlecock,
Back and forth, upon a furry hammock:
Visited by horror dreams, scaring
Vision. Insomnia is torture!
And the rooster hath a line drawn
Against the dallying, dragging dawn.
Thaw out icy feelings
On Valentine's;
Hearts become frozen afterward.
Your marriage is going to fill a large
part of your life, and the only way to truly
Be satisfied is to marry who you believe is
A great partner. And the only way to have
A good home is to love your spouse.

If you haven't found that soul yet; keep
Looking. Don't settle. As with all matters
Of the heart, you will know when you find
Them. And like any great relationship, it just
Gets better and better as the years roll on.

©2014
Folorunsho Obalugemo
Mr. Jobs' Stanford speech of 2011 rhymes with King Solomon's immortal wise words in Ecc. 5:18 and 9:9, about love and work.
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