Oh Lord Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Lord is kind and sympathetic
We only make it worst and pathetic
Blessings are always there for us all
Only spare little time for his prayer and call

Luck may smile and happiness may descend
Evils may remain at bay as Lord is ready to send
Nothing may bother you and have peaceful tenure
Lovely passage through out with bright future

We are prying for material gain
That is only our concern
We don’t go to him for salvation
For soul purging or elevation

He also knows the compulsion
for uncertainties and lot many confusions
Yet He allows us time to amend and repent
Blessing are always there and sent

Let us be sincere in our dealing
He has dome enough for healing
Nothing may go wrong with His shield
Harvest little but expect more yield