Life is not a bed of roses,
It's just walking on throny bushes.
God why you gave this life?
even if it is your grace.
I am swimming in the Ocean of life,
But I am drawing at a certain place.
Will I come up or not?
and continues this or not.
All troubles trap my door,
making trouble to my goal.
Grace will visit me next,
as if it is a guest.
I know God is showing mercy,
but sins are melting it like jersey!
So how can they be for long time,
because of sins of mine.
God to you I pray,
without asking for any fare,
But cleanse me from sins,
and keep me with kith & kins...
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