Lord, the wheels of Your chariot,
Forward go they incessantly.
They move, vying with and dispelling darkness;
Variegated, their majesty.
Nobody stays left behind, lagging or fallen;
Everyone gets on board, helpless or afflicted.
Those people who, to climb up, are unable,
Lifting them, You receive.
Those passengers on the path of light,
All of them are one's allies.
Having broken the iron jail of mind,
In You they find a home everlasting.
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Saturday, September 13, 2025
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