Once a boy was orphaned
In the midst of a dry land
Torment after torment
But never was his head bend
Tender feet in burning sand
Yet was faith intact, in his own hand
Drops from little cute eyes
One by one on the clear face
Fell into the sea of sand
Dry and arid a land
Seasons after seasons passed by
Amazed are all who now pass by
Where there was no shade to sit
Now is a garden broad and vast
A soothing fragrance all around
Our old little one now enthroned
Written on his forehead was
Endure endurance and miracles follows
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