By: Amaan

O lord make me committed to you,

More than a generous heart to strange steam of blood gushing in.

Suffice me against the oppressors.

Bestow the beautiful patience, uplift my soul,

Raise me  Far above the wordly scalp, but sustain me in the depth of the mercy.

How healing Ambience is of the dim room,

Where i am weeping for your forgiveness,

Forgetting the ordeal, trying to remmber your blessing for me that takes subtle forms.