Fret not thyself. Thus does the Psalmist sing
To calm the thought which envy's barb might sting
When men appear to prosper and to thrive
Through methods only worldlings could contrive.
Fret not, but let the rays of Truth reveal
That matter riches mere mischance may steal,
While he who trusts in God, the Father, gains
Great spiritual wealth, which never wanes.
Secure in Love, there is no cause to fret,
For each true prayer is heard and all needs met.
So, putting vexing mortal dreams away,
We waken to a bounteous today.
