The showers of life on the parched land
The sprout of green life in the Wasteland
I see the glories of God in the Sun and the Moon
And His might in the gleam of the firefly.
The darkness of the night is His majestic beauty
The sweltering sun in summer His beauteous merit
There are days when i witness His Wondrous Miracles
And in some, others see in me His bountiful benedictions.
I am but a humble pilgrim, a soul in search for home, a spirit wandering alone
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