Some people pray for money
Some people pray for fame
Some people pray for power
Or a little piece of acclaim

Some people pray for their families
Their mothers, brothers and wives
While some only pray for themselves
For happiness in their lives

Some wish for solitude
While some wish for lasting friends
Some wish for a plate of food
While some wish for dividends

Yet there are some among us
Who never wish for a thing
They only fold their hands
To thank the Lord and sing

God must be a painter
Who coloured the universe
Not sure if it’s a blessing
Or if it is a curse
That he found a little corner
For you and also for me
Painting everything in order
But us imperfectly