EMPTY IT ALL

Like a log of woods, your problems pile

You're aiming high but you hardly fly

Competing with your sets, you're feeling shy

Empty it all to your Lord and be seeming bright.

Wait! Who told you, the mountain top, you can't climb?

Give it back to them, it's a creamy lie

God showers His blessings in His infinite time.

Sometimes, life seems hard, it pains like a boil

Why not empty it all to your Lord, your soul He doesn't toy

Empty it all, your puzzles, into the sandy soil

With a pure mind, from your Lord, host your unlimited joy

Then, the unseeming mountain, you climb like a favoured roy

Give it back to them, the shamers; it has come your joy

God showers His blessings without a noise.