Thank You, My Lord

Thank you, my Lord

 

Thank you, my Lord

Thanks - a ton of it, to you,

Pure I was when I was born

as a dew drop on grass at dawn

 

But as the day progressed

lie knocked at my door

and I let it in, greed followed

to be my next guest.

Lust visited me very often

and soon I was one of the beasts  

 

But one day I met truth among the flowers

and was overawed by its light,

it lifted me from the clay of lies,

melted the greed by its heat

and lust lost its way to my humble hut

 

Flooded by the light of bliss

how fortunate feel!

That I had His grace as a gift

make me dance and dance on my feet...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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