Sunday, December 18, 2016

Unwavering support

(601)  Cao prabhu ankhi tule

Lord, turn Your eyes and look my way;
Please disregard my grave mistakes.
From the garden of my psyche,
I've picked flowers I'd give to Thee.

With meditation, You I can't embrace;
The depths of hell I roam in pain.
In Your work I'm not immersed;
With sin my days, they slip away.

I dwell within a thorny brake;
In hopeful hues, pictures I trace.
Despite it all, to You I call,
My companion in these final days.

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