My
crime is crime of faith in God
Do,
chain my hands and feet
A
damp and dark and dungeon cell
Do,
give me as a treat.
If
you can pull the heavens down
Do
pull them on my head
What
ever is there you take it all
My
purse and butter and bread
Let
chasing hounds be loosed at large
And
let them smell my track
Let
all the damning forces come
To
stab me at the back
Do
all that you can do to fill
My
days and nights with fright
If
winds and whirling winds are there
My
faith in God is shield of shields
It
makes me brave and bold
I
see what ever is all around
I
feel the hot and cold
I
trust in Him who’s all supreme
And
do whatever He says
I
go my way, so go your way
Our
ways are different ways
My
luck is all a grace of God
Your
fate is down and out
I
wish to tell this truth of truths
From
tops of hills, I shout
The
time will tell our right and wrong
The
world will come to know
What
ever I say and do is right
It
is wrong, the way you go.
Received by the Khalifatullah (atba)(in English) on Friday 14 February 2014
at
17.13pm