An old man ones told me
we were created to serve
serve the master of masters
and the lord of lords
the king of kings and
the richest of em all
with amusement i asked
who could he be? ? ?
with suprise he replied
our sustainer, our creator
our sustainer, our creator
the one and only
the true and merciful
the generous and all giving
our sustainer, our creator
we came from him and
to him we shall return
we are sent for a test
is he who will choose the best
he cares not who is pretty
he cares not who is strong
he cares not who is rich
all came from him
and to him it shall return................
it's not always the most beautiful or even the smartest that win. it's the ones that compete that get there prize at the end. great poem. i enjoyed reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
some nice lines u might want to read my Recollection or Set On A Smaller scale for 2 variations on this theme