When the shining sun scorches you,
And dust of worries irritates;
Always pray for those who hates.
When happiness turns to sadness,
And you are deserted lone,
Always thank for for whatever gone.
The time you are in,
Would pass soon.
Sorrow, misery and pain,
Would haze in rain.
Come in my arms, O Lord!
This prayer to recite,
In ounce of sorrow and grams of pain,
Your prayer would never go in pain.
By Edward Clement
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