I bow my head in humility
For mercy and protection
God with grand sublimity
Cares for without selection
When ever I look toward
I find Him always with me
He does not need forward
He is there to see, foresee
When I am lost with grief
He covers me with shield
He being the chiefs of Chief
Never leaves me to bleed
And when I am ill
It is He who cures me
For ever now and still
In utter need He secures me
He guides me to right path
He saves me from all wrath
Whosoever brings clean heart
He will have company of Lord
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2015 Golden Glow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When I am lost with grief He covers me with shield He being the chiefs of Chief Never leaves me to bleed.....really it is. He is the chief of the chiefs. Wonderful composition. Deep imagination. Best word choice. Many thanks respected sir.