When we ask succour, while on pray
Our grief and pain, He knoweth
Supplication ascendeth,
And mercy descendeth
Lord never descends or ascends
For my belief:
Whole universe is in His grip
For Him, no need of a trip
Love dwells in the hear
And, hatred in mind
Whenever I search
Always, I find
What a Lord is!
His names are many
A resident in tiny
To gigantic,
We, the representative of Lord.
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