You never tire of me though the situation may be that dire,
And you, my Lord, never hire me out to an insolent squire,
And my soul is diffident before you, my bows in adoration
As my hands offer libation in an oblation of heart worship,
Of my gratitude in an attitude of love ‘n joyful resignation
Without hesitation in acknowledgment of your salvation,
Because you never tire of me in whom you light your fire
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Excellent poem, Jonathan. He or God or Lord or Father will never tire of us. We are his beloved children and he loves us unconditionally. Lovely and beautiful picture.
Thank you so very much, Kamal. Blessings to you!
Always welcome dear Jonathan 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻