Treasure Island

Tirupathi Chandrupatla

Power of Prayer

Pray for good
To spread
And all around.

What we wish
Will happen
When we try hard for
What we pray for.

Prayer in the morn
Reminder of actions
Prayer every day
Provides day's duties.

Prayer's strength's
Prayer brings
Peace to the world.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Edited: Sunday, March 09, 2014

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  • Muhammad Ali (1/17/2014 1:23:00 AM)

    how much it is simple to create a heaven here, through prayer, through promoting His laws.
    How much it is difficult for each 'myself' to become good one. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (1/16/2014 1:30:00 AM)

    Prayer's strength's
    Prayer brings
    Peace to the world.

    I don't doubt the authenticity of these words at all! ! (Report) Reply

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