O God!
Whatever we do, you pay for it
You do everything, give everything
For our prayers too, you pay
I have nothing mine, that I can pay
O God!
You become happy, if simply we praise
You need mere our prayer and praise
Towards cost of every thing that you give
And guarantee us joy and restful live
O God!
People fight to capture your given things,
Demand price, from wanting everyone
For cleaning arteries, pay thousands dollars
To clean their souls, nothing is done
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