Make Me A Winner

Oh Thee spring forth out of The Truth
An exemplary conduct in this living truce
Thy Soul shines through time and space
Unfolding the subtle secrets of living maze

All thy Blessed Companions of your time
All Servants all Saints singing chime
Emulate thee in spiritual chains
Like Showering rain on parched grains

Thy name I wrote in my tenderness
On my left arm out of love
Will thou not make me a winner here and above
And blot my defects and make me sinless