Thought
Like blowing winds that shift
Dark collected clouds to drift
Like brittle twigs, boughs to snap
Applauding with a thunder clap
Uprooting trees that stood for years
Is disabled mind, obsessed by fears
Why should we be swept like that?
What if the wind blows off your hat?
When God is there to hold to fast
No sanity can fear wind blast
Devoted love armed with His name
Strength and joy to play His game
The ever blowing wind of grace
As harnessed power will fear efface
Two swords King Janaka had to fence
Knowledge and action his defence
Nothing can frighten one with skill
Of an expert player who fears no ill
Prayer
O Lord, you are always here and one without a second. Grant that I may hold onto Thy feet and always chant Thy name. If I am to be swept away, let it not be by fear but by love.
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