God’s Will

Nature hath Her seasons,
The earth her course is sure.
Mankind hath his reasons,
His motives aren’t obscure.

He calls upon his power
(With free-will he’s bedecked)﹣
To ply her ample dower,
God’s Will he doth prosect.

Cast out from the Garden,
By his constant greed.
His gentle heart doth harden
When he meddles with the seed.

Her bounty is abundant
In Her course across the stars.
Man’s will is not redundant,
Lest it God’s Will debars.