How beautiful is religion
When I rest my head on the
Once ordinary ground
It becomes holy when I name Him
When I enter his sacred place
I get invited into Serenity and brotherhood
The misunderstood concept of the she
Being shushed to silence
Ordered to cover her bodily arches
But no one sees his love
No one sees the perfection he creates
His words have no meaning to them
But in the deepness of His expression
You can see the magnificence of the all knowing
Even if you believe in the oldest of his words or the newest
The same excellence is respected
But in different dialect