Disciple At the Master's Feet
At the feet of the Master there sat a disciple,
Looking straight to the eyes, learning the truth what lies;
Oh! The word from the Master where none can give,
The wisdom that discern, with the truth to live;
A teacher is he that show the right path for you and me.
At the feet of his Master for more than an hour,
He think of himself as a treasure hunter;
For the knowledge he gain is beyond the price what he retained,
The gold are worthless, for what he have is the best;
The understanding he acquire, is wonderful beyond his desire.
He extoled, “There’s no one to compare,
Beyond our understanding you are there;
For what we are capable, teacher you are able.
As a candle which shines its light, you shared us the deepest insight;
Who would have known your struggle, yet, you gave your time and always available,
Teacher you are incredible”.
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