But often we hear this away
I reckon we treat this a game to play
Religion they call it
My Lord, He says "I am coming again"
Aha - what hope overflows this fountain
With faith as a seed, we can move mountains
If only ever we would pray
My Lord, He says "Awake"
Sober up for your eternal's sake
Knowledge don't matter if inside you are a fake
Are you praising the sides despising the main?
What power is there as a deposit
For one who would run but would not sit
Or bow in prostration by his Lord's feet
- how many more years will it take?
For us to change.
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