God-The Incredible Victor

The  Lord  of  all  realms He is,
Utmost  power  is only His.

Known  to  be  one, but  yet
in  all  He  resides  at  best.

From  zenith  to  the  deep  core,
He  rows  smoothly  with  his  magical  oar.

The  saviour  of  us  all,
He - The  father  of  every  big  and  small.

Synonyms  to  Him  are  infinity,
All  omni-potent  is  thee,  oh  Deity!

Fallen  Lucifer,  the  light - bearer  called  thee 'A  Tyrant',
so  as  to  solace  his  damn  regiment.

By  turning  to  fallen  Angel  and  then  to  a  Serpent,
Satan's  over - powered  sense  of  revenge  does  not  went  under  amendment.

So  much  great  was  your  power  and  is  still  now  and  will  remain  forever,
For  you  are  the  only  binding  truth  in  this  creation  to  ever  dwell  and  to  end, never.

The  Creator  of  Universe  and  beyond,
Thy  Arms  so  largely  stretchened.

Thou  Appearances  extend  from being  worshipped  as  Nile  to  ample  statues  around,
The  'One  in  All'  and 'All  in  One'  you bound.

The  reality  of  truth  starts  from  you  and  ends  on  same,
Thy  potency  cannot  be  at  all  put  in  a  sentence  frame.

To  You,  The  Omni - present, We  pay  the highest  gratitude,
For  the  felicities  of  our  life  which  thou  has  shade.

Divine  your light  and  infinity  your existence  stands,
We, the  mortal  beings, always  to  you  bend.

With  the  multitude  striving  to  learn  depth,
but  oh! What  a  fatal  thing  we  shapeth?

We  are  just  a  grain  of  sand  in contrast  to  You, my  Lord,
In  vain , we  practice  to define  you  in a word.

Uncontrived  is  our  life  and  rough  is  our  art,
Unrefined  are  our  ores  of  which  we  are  part.

Oh  Thou  Almighty! The  masterly  pure  form,
You  are  the  cause  from  gentle  breeze  to  havoc  creating  storm.

The  Great  Seer  is  thee  who  fills  life  in  our  worldly  vehicles; after  death,
out  of  which  only soul  remains  and  bodies  becomes  void  of  breath.

The  fountain  of  your  gracious  look  perennially  flows  on  us,
We  remain  under  your  constant   care  and  are  protected  thus.

The  posterity  of  humans  may  all  undergo  sanctification,
and  be  sparkling  stars  as  celestials  in  your  creation.

Oh  Goodness! Thou  Art  so  divine!
The  one  who  starts  praising  you  feels  so  like  a  blind.

Writing  of  you  and  your   everlasting  potential  is  far  and  far  beyond  our  reach,
Committing  this  act  is  no  less  than  giving  an  incomplete  speech.

With  the  last  few  words,  the  conclusion  thus  becomes
that  your  Might,  cannot from  a  mortal  mouth  come.

The  Omni - benevolent  Victor  bless  us  with  a  moral sense,
which may  make  us  wonder  that  Thou  has  time  to  listen  but  do  we  have  time  to pray?