Isaiah 58 poetry
Isaiah 58 poetry
Listen up, my fellow desis
God’s word is here, no need to stress
To fast and pray with a clean slate
And get rid of sins, it’s not too late
This ain’t no time for worldly games
Help those in need, it’s not for fame
Share your rice and sambar too
Brighten up someone’s sad mood
Your good deeds will come back to you
And cleanse your soul, that’s nothing new
Let your light shine, like the sun
And heal the wounds, make it fun
God will bless you, that’s for sure
With joy, peace, and so much more
So fast and pray, with all your mighty
Help those in need, and show your light
You’ll get eternal blessings, don’t be late
A heavenly state, is your ultimate fate.