Console
Consolation of my soul
In my time of wordlessness
In my personifying Your Graciousness
In my expounding Your Truthfulness
In my endless silence of hopefulness
In my times of dire tiredness
In my endless endeavours to assist
In the Bounties of Your Knowledge bestowed
How can I word the phrases of understanding
When You are the Master of everything
So, with deep reflection of silent commiseration
I observe a sullen reclamation
That my deeds may only beheld by Your Generosity
To endow me with such I cannot interpret into words
Other than that which You allow me to speak
Thereby, hearts guided by the Same may understand without words.
lorrainenurshufiya2013
In my time of wordlessness
In my personifying Your Graciousness
In my expounding Your Truthfulness
In my endless silence of hopefulness
In my times of dire tiredness
In my endless endeavours to assist
In the Bounties of Your Knowledge bestowed
How can I word the phrases of understanding
When You are the Master of everything
So, with deep reflection of silent commiseration
I observe a sullen reclamation
That my deeds may only beheld by Your Generosity
To endow me with such I cannot interpret into words
Other than that which You allow me to speak
Thereby, hearts guided by the Same may understand without words.
lorrainenurshufiya2013

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