Oh Lord..

Everything starts within you,
As you command over all.
So am I brought into the world,
As seed shoot up into the crust.

Planted me in the ground of your creation.
A loving father, cherished me with
His love and guidance.
Glorifying you to the world.

Surrounding me, comes the weeds
Taking my happiness, strength and making
Me weak as to bring me down .
Tired of being attacked and scared.

Though I survived without hesitating,
My creator, by being fruitful.
Provided me with all I want ,
Without saying a single request.

Seasons passed through me,
Each of new circumstances.
Making myself to adapt
And withstand in the world.

When I was thirsty, gave rain showers,
When I was tired, gave me shade,
When I was hungry, nutured me through soil,
Under the fury weather , as cold breeze.

You gave all I want,
To bear the fruitful branch ,
Of your wine, blooming,
With prosperity and uniqueness.

Weeds grown along with me,
Unnoticed by the gardener as it is unfruitful.

In the end, to gather the harvest,
Gardener seize of the weeds.
And congregate all fruit-bearing,
As an offering to Al-mighty.