O LORD!

[amandeep]

O'Lord, you're the best Judge
What to give, what to 'grudge'.
At times I'm lost to self
In the material plenty and pelf.
You walk ahead where I walk,
You talk in advance what I talk.
You're all-pervading Lord,
Let me be with you ever, Lord.
I'm used to faultering and tumbling,
At times happy, at times grumbling.
Make me stable, serene and keen,
Else I am wilful, volatile and mean.
I say something I don't mean,
Pray guide, unseen or seen.
My dear Hardev, my sweet Hardev,
I revere you, you I crave.

by G.S.Bhatia.