His prayers on platter, apprehend
Books that know what deed?
His hands abound one reverend
And yet flayed by his holy greed
'Give of Your Best to the Master'
That He may let you in peace
Scriptures, what must be a chatter
At a disciple's formidable ease
The heavens , the feet shall touch
If to be burned, had none a prayer
For nice deeds are being watched
Prayers laid on whose platter?
'For Give of Your Best to the Master'
And the master shall give you ease
Serve the head of whose mother
As white saints' grandest feast
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