Oft turning to the sky

surely thy face We see thee turn oft toward the sky
and We see that turning oft as an inquiry- why?

surely We feel your anguished soul cry
and surely We see how the disbelievers lie

the very launch of fire they burn
stems from evil wood they hoard
your job love, keep staunch and firm
always on the path of your Gracious Lord

the very hurling of abuse they throw 

begins from the hate that they hold

your job love, to soar high as a crow
from slender youth until ripe and old

we see thy face turning oft through the air
you ask if there's anything you can do right here...
so let me say to you today, 

give thanks to your Lord, stay humble, pray.