A Morning Prayer
Fill the world and every mind
with your powerful light,
so that in despair, we can find
the ray of hope, to face our fight.
Night waits for the morning
to take rest in the lap of day.
Goodness now will be shining,
on life's restless bay.
Our souls will be basked,
under the pure warmth of the sun,
we must get the reply of queries we asked.
No more in the fire of despondency we'll burn.
The silver-line, will triumph over cloud.
Stormy weather will end very soon.
Nothing can destroy us under any shroud.
Let us be blessed with god's loving boon!
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