Help me o please help me, to Your ways understand
I know, faith, patience, prayers all give us a helping hand;
But whom do I ask, about the purpose of our creation
Why birth, why adversities, fights n its long duration
Why do we have to be grilled, tortured n troubled
Why is happiness, peace, health all wrapped n bubbled
Its common to see the wicked proper n goodness suffering in silence
Why is there between goodness and evil no balance ?
Help me to Your mysterious ways accept and understand
Lord, please give me Your kind, benevolent healing hand.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
