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a spiritual light, rhyme form |
| A cosmos packed of wondrous miracles sowed Precious creations on it leave us awed Like the sun with its own place in the making Are appertained to the Almighty's molding Cold if not for the light after dark Emerge the sun shining high and stark If it not represent the good in mankind Never will the evil seem dark and blind There is a place in the sun's domain House the blessings of God within Emanating its radiance on creatures to calm Solace it brings with a caress so warm Unto all from the loving divine Never once does he forsake his shrine. |