Thursday, 17 September 2015

When the heart is hard and parched up ,
Come upon me with a shower of mercy   
           
         When grace is lost from life  
              Come with a burst of song   
                     
                     When tumultuous work raises its din on all sides  shutting me out from beyond ,
     Come to me my lord of silence 
                      With thy peace and rest  .

When my beggarly heart sits crouched ,shut up in a corner ,
      Break open the door ,my king ,and come with the ceremony of a king .

            When desire blinds the mind with delusion and dust , O thou holy one , thou wakeful ,come with thy light and thy thunder  .

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