By U. s. Grewal Keep Waheguru Thy child to crisis if riches must blind his eyes. To the beauties of Thy flowing rivers Ta the glory of never ending skies.
And in Thy mercy send defeat
If victory enhances his foolish pride
Please shower Thy child with enough humility because anger and pride must die.
Provide me with daily bread A few simple clothes to wear. Just roof on my head will do Along with pious woman to cheer.
And keep us in the ways of righteousness though we may stumble here and there You will always be in our closeness
We will spread your word everywhere.
Article extracted from this publication >> January 14, 1994
