Prayer of An Immigrant

God, only to you I bow, you’re my King; And for me, there will be no other king. You have bestowed me a new life; You’ve given me a pretty wife. You’ve gifted me a silver quill; It brings love, peace, and joy, so real. You’ve led me from great darkness to light; And the sun, now, is shining so bright. I am now rich, for I have you in my life; You’ve strengthened me, against strife. But, here I ask, before you take me; I’ve a dream that I wanted to see. I shouldn’t be asking this, O Lord, For I’ve everything that money can’t afford. O Lord, You, I should be praising and thanking More material things, I should not be asking But please, if it’s not hard enough for you; I really want to see my dream come true. Thou, I know in your Heavenly abode I’ll reside, For you did promise me that I will be on your side. Yet, on this earth, O my Lord, you created places… So beautiful and I crave to see its faces. Let me see Canada, Australia or America, As you’ve let me see Europa, Russia and Africa. I beg you; oh, please give their Consuls a good heart; Without your blessing, from Athens, I can’t depart. All these, I ask, including the forgiveness of my sin, Only in the name of my Savior Jesus Christ. Amin.