Turn to His fold, by Jadia4708au Subscribe to rss feed for Jadia4708au

 
Why do we ultimate think of and turn to His fold?
Why such is state when we develop fear and cold?
Why do we develop first belonging of the world?
To feel discouraged when reality is bluntly told

Where else individual can finally go for solace?
Who will offer him solace, a big buildings or palaces?
Enormous wealth will add to tension and worry
You won’t know what else you need to carry?

You are left with no option but to try other means
Turning to friends means to invite betrayal and lean
Turning to relatives means another big no
These all will turn you to search for and ready to go

This is how we turn our head towards mythological belief
We shall go in for many orthodox means to avail relief 
It won’t be coming to you even after following blind way
You are left with no future and no hope of bright ray

I think turning to God has been taken as final refuge
You try to believe in for what you continuously refused
You thought of reaching highest peak and scaled
Still you felt of being cheated and failed

If we are following what has been going on for years
It will never fail us even if unkind words fall on ears
Slight deviation from our faith may bring little misfortune
As we prefer to sing songs which are really out of tunes

If good words were to prove miracle we could have resorted
to
If lip services were to be of great importance we could have
sorted out
Alas! Such option was open and meant to be used for
alleviation
We could have volunteered for it and preferred deviation
 
Prayer is biggest strength and source
It has tremendous appeal and force
Nothing wrong if you murmur your verses
When bowing down to any God including Jesus

It is taken as finals countdown for surrender
You are all out for regret as having been offender
Now you want to repent for all your sins
No material gain is important for you now as loss or win
 
It may travel to Him without concern
It may now be for Him to make raport in turn
The message will heal not only heart burns
But heart itself with mercy and yield great returns
 
Prayers are nothing but a will power to acknowledge
Surrender to thee with clean heart when difficult to manage
Prayers can be in group, by individual or as an ordinary
man
It matters more if that is performed purely as human
Posted: 2011-02-08 10:34:45 UTC

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