While On Pray
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While on Pray
He was pelted,
Silently whispered he:
O My Lord!
Darken ignorant, they are,
Light the candle of peace
Through love and harmony,
Into their heart and mind,
Forgive them,
Guide them,
Show them,
The straight path.
While on pray
Heaven melted
River followed
And again froze
Heaven’s gift,
Lovely flowers
Of peace and love,
Ambassadors of Lord
‘A bloomed flower’
On thorny followers
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