The poem
God gave you guts: don't let Him down; Brace up, be worthy of His giving. The road's a rut, the sky's a frown; I know you're plumb fed up with living. Fate birches you, and wry the rod . . . Snap out, you fool! Don't let down God.
Oh, yes, you're on misfortune's shift, And weary is the row your hoeing; You have no home, you drift and drift, Seems folks don't care the way you're going . . . Well, make them care - you're not afraid: Step on the gas - you'll make the grade.
Believe that God has faith in you, In you His loving light is shining; All of you that is fine and true Is part of Him, so quit your whining . . . buck up, son, for your Maker's sake: Don't let Him down - give God a break.