Humble Offering O’Lord
Dusty and winding, these roads, they taper
Desolate they seem, laborious they are
Drowning my worries in the sounds of nature
Dreaming of that beautiful visual afar
Unspoken boons there are, I’m awaiting
Unseen, the beauty of those forms divine
Ubiquitous they are, there’s no debating
Unquantifiable, the peace, at the shrine
Nowhere do I find such succor
Nor such effervescence in the air
No frequent visits, a privilege, I suffer
Now a must, it seems only fair
Offerings of mine, humble and few
Obeisance at your feet I propound
Oasis of mine, my morning dew
Omnipotent art thou, all resound
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