Sitting alone on a windswept mountain
The thoughts that come to are wordless
Filling me with nothing bat gladness
Smiling at your infinite grace
I wait for the inspiration
In that majestic call to prayer
A lonely voice calling
God is great, God is great…
It is not long till I discover
Everything is composed of you
These thoughts, so close to me
For I have a reason, I have a light
This is the way I desire
The path that devotees undergo
To trample the desire of greed
Of the empty world below
If only I had ninety nine mountains
To engrave your names upon
To fulfil the lust of submission
And invoke your divine compassion
S.C
really lovely and beautiful choice of words, very impressive