Help your help will come!
Many with legs but crawl
Help when you re on top
Doing good has a reward
Help your help will come!
This is the reason you re called
To attend to as many that are poor
Children of the Earth
Many surrounded by the storm
Help your help will come!
Stop claiming to men you re god
Now riches has fallen to your turn
Why don't you help those who fail to overcome?
Ask the rich when he was poor
And the poor before count in pounds
Isn't Life like a moving train?
It is full of ups and down
The future sometimes the soothsayer can't tell
With a helping hand you can
lift the man in pain
Help your help will come!
Oh yea men of little faith!
Give and stop playing poor
In my giving I ve seen it all
Wonders and signs of God
Fragrance of life when things are tough
Help your help will come!
Remember the reason you re blessed
Is to bless the wretched with your coins
Give part of your wealth to your foes
This more reason I've grown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good one. Tell them tell them they of little faith. There is much getting in giving.