GOD SAVED ME FROM MYSELF I had a friend so rich in fortune That I prayed to God, ‘I should be like him soon.’ In golden plates would he dine; in the softest beds would he sleep; The finest dress he always wore; in his life he never did weep. And so I prayed and prayed again That all such wealth I should gain. My Lord came near and whispered in my ear, ‘Son money corrupts men and makes them mean You’ll be wise only when you are poor For poverty gives you what In affluence you shall have not.’ II And then I saw a person big and strong. No man ventured to do him wrong. Never in disease was he in bed, Neither did he fear; nor did he suffer. I ran to my Lord and begged Him strength, ‘In meekness and ailment I shan’t lie low With awe and respect the world should bow’ But my Lord left me weak and frail Lest in arrogance I should go off my trail. God made me humble and so I always learn. Perfect strength and health, I’d never wish again III I heard about a man of fame. All the people knew his name. When he raiseth his small hand Thousands obey in this land. Fame, I craved for, from my Lord, ‘When I wish the world should act. When I die the world should cry.’ ‘What is fame?’, my Lord did warn, ‘When this life is dead and gone?’ Fame is arrogance in another form. Thou shall have not; you’ll be glad. In total fame people are sad. IV I prayed for this; I prayed for that. My Lord refused and refused again. All my prayers were thus answered Not with an ‘Yes’ that’d make me fall But with a ‘No’ that’d make me human. Thus was it that God saved me from myself.