One query that I have today, Is why do we look down to pray? And when we wish, we raise our eyes Heavenwards, beyond our skies? This troubles me, and I'll explain: Tis the principle that brings me pain. In prayer, should we not face our Lord, Positioned there to be adored? And shouldn't shame lower our gaze Towards the roaring souls ablaze, Crushed beneath the Devil's dancing, Should we not face him in fancy?