Friday, January 12, 2018


(60)  Tomar jinis tomake diyechi

Your object I've consigned to Thee;
Onto Your lap, Lord, please receive.
Tearfully have I entrusted, mournfully endured;
My only solace is that You're the One Who took.

Those who had come, they've all remained;
Within the Great Beyond, all are awake.
Yet, constantly we feel bereaved;
We fret and weep, oh Lord, having forgotten Thee.

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