I’m in haste to be wealthy
No rather, am in haste to work
My hands are ready
Rather, I labour to meet luck!
My mama cautions my flare:
“You are young but blessed,
Thy hands have fortune yielded.
Beware, this thy flare leads not to a snare.”
How shall a snared soul enters heaven?
Having been robbed by spirit of carnal desire;
Exchanging eternal bliss for earthly haven;
Behold, forsaking vanities for Godly empire!
I’m not ever poor to hasty riches
By the latter men are lured into perdition
Why shall hastiness leads to damnation?
For hope is hope, only in patience.