Four-leaf clover, rabbit’s foot, horseshoe from the barn,
Wishbone, even black-eyed peas, all these have luck’s good charm.
Good Luck! We shout to those we know, entrenched in tests of skill.
Good Luck! We hope for those whose hearts are set to climb the hill.
Cross your fingers, close your eyes, make a wish and blow;
Don’t wait too long, wish on a star, good luck is there you know.
Don’t walk under a ladder – No! And don’t step on a crack!
Bad luck is there, be mindful or you’ll break your mother’s back.
Ten long years of luck undone in broken mirror shards;
Your future told of good or bad in talismans and cards.
Luck ‘O the Irish, Leprechauns, and all such magic things;
We’re told of wondrous luck and wealth all these to us will bring.
I wonder if ‘tis luck at all or choices made at will?
Is luck the thing that guides my feet to riches or to nil?
Do I not choose which path to take, decide what’s right or wrong?
Those choices made, good and the bad, to me must all belong.
Not luck, I think, our future rules, but One who bids us well.
In Him we find the choices that will keep us out of Hell.
If suffering comes, tis not bad luck, instead -- a chance to grow!
To understand that He, not luck, is Sovereign of this show.
No lucky charm can truly bless or guide our steps for good;
The look, the sound, the feel of luck deceives us like a hood.
He gives us skill and aptitude to make our own lives bright;
We’ll trust in His design for us and look to Him for sight.
Our future’s too important to trust in lucky charms;
Eternity’s a choice we make, in that we’ll find no harm.
So let’s expect the best from Him, we know He wants to give;
Though life is hard, we need no luck, for in His truth we live.