Their path so smooth.
Their destination so near;
But I tread path much crude.
My destination so unclear.
'Why God is so cruel';
They pity looking at me.
But poor they, I pity them.
Wish to lend my eyes to see.
O God! I am so grateful to you;
For your favour on me.
Sweetness of water is known;
But to only a man thirsty.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
Their path so smooth.
Their destination so near;
But I tread path much crude.
My destination so unclear.
'Why God is so cruel';
They pity looking at me.
But poor they, I pity them.
Wish to lend my eyes to see.
O God! I am so grateful to you;
For your favour on me.
Sweetness of water is known;
But to only a man thirsty.
