Gratitude

The blessings of my Lord are countless

Yet in thanking Him I become so listless

Such a sinful being I am

Feel like a complete sham

What is there that my Lord hasn't given me?

Even the things He withheld from me

He kept them away because He loves me

He is the Great Lord who knows what’s best for me

My lord, I thank You

I thank You with all my heart

My soul is Yours

It bows before You

Because that’s its duty

That’s what You ordered it to do

My lord forgive my sins

Please O Lord love me

I know You do

But I am afraid too

I am such a damn fool

Full of pride, in spite of my utter frailness

My Lord I love You with all I can

And I beseech You to love me

And those whose love You have blessed me with

You have in Your power all

And need the help of no one

Your blessings are countless

You are without doubt the most merciful of all

None of the goods I have are my own earning

You are the one who has blessed me with them

For I have no power over any thing

I take You and You alone as the disposer of my affairs

And I know You will never let me down

As long as I hold tight Your rope

My Lord keep blessing me

And make me of Your grateful, pious beings

Who are as free from pomp and pride

As a pure, new born child