God, What Is It?

God, what is it in their tears, which but I know it not, What the miseries and agonies of them And if I cannot be of any use to them, What is it that I shall accomplish it? Instead of my limitations and shortcomings, Weaknesses and fascinations, I want to do my job Before I go away As mine is a short span And I have many a work to do, Many a thing to accomplish And get it finished. God, if I can be of any use to anyone, I shall feel myself blessed If I can any good to any man As the things are Yours, not mine. The history of the world And the life of man on this earth, Beyond my comprehension, The comprehension of my mind. Whatever I have, I owe that to You As You Yourself the Origin of that, You Yourself the keeper, upholder of that Value or ideal. If the situation be, You give me the chances To serve, serve them, My God, I do not know the Mystery of Power, Only one thing that I can feel is Your existence And nothing more, nothing more is known to me, My God, Whatever be You, Your Glory, Your Providence Unknown.