Pray for me Ap Chaterjee

To the God who honors bended knee

Who made every house, hawk and tree

And lives here inside of me

He came to set all men free

Gave his life unreservedly

Just to walk with you and me

That all men might live to be free

What then of you and me

When we fail to see what he’d have us be?

Me choosing whom I ought to be

Refraining from wisdom’s treasury

Again I say to pray for me

Imprisoned with the facts you see

Disguising truth distractedly

To hide among the hill and tree

For better deals purportedly

Of gods and gold and filigree

Fools passion and false pandery

Don’t lie and say it’s good for me

Can’t walk away so easily

From the promise of eternity

My lie is clear as it will be

I’ve left the path where God will be

So pray for me Ap Chaterjee

To know the place that right for me

And I pray for thee as did for me

That You’ll be there with me

On bended knee