God,My Lord,The Almighty

My Lord,sees,hears all hidden in dark and deep, The hope of grants of greats to all eyes in weep, Complaints lodged, refuge sought,in hardships appearance To Lord,possessing ever ending fortunes and all sustenance Bestow the best,the favors from the good sheds in the edge of city I lift the left over right of hand seeking grace in poverty, Knocking at your doors in hope in hard pressed hardship calamity Oh,no,don't turn away the hands brought near the heart of purity How,now unlucky to get the hands back unshaken as onion's empty , If the people of good only come under your grace and of mercy Where to turn the sinner the hands full of dust and dirty, Where to go,where to beg if the beggar in pains denied your charity No,not,good not for this power to go away,turn away me in difficulty Turn,once again turn to me, fill my hands,tune for fortunes in variety Bestowed the best,the best of best,God,my Lord,the almighty Bestowed the best,the best of best,God,my Lord,the almighty!