Clad With Love

Lord Supreme sat on His Throne white, He is the source of all kind of energy Universe is shining, ah, brilliantly bright, We are only human machine with synergy, Soul is what, meager power of His hand, And It is defined as per the religious clergy Love is the power symbol in dust and sand An oasis on desert in grief we often find, Earth is what; know, for us, it is our dream land He ordains, chooses among us, the priest kind, Is there any existed priesthood without the love? Yet there are many envied stricken priest we find, Flame is a fire; a light-It can burn or ease the dove, Life can be defined in many ways clad with love .