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Forgivness
My Lord
Sardar Ji
Virus
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In all the galaxies of the universe, Thou art the beacon
of hope
In utter darkness of worldly love, Thy showed me Thy blessed light.
Of Thy justice and endless compassion do sing the gods and angels
They pay tribute to Thy greatness, Thou art Truth All-Mighty Lord.
If it pleaseth Thee I shalt find happiness in endless
sorrow,
If Thy choose I shalt find Thee in my hearts crumbled throne,
if Thy desire I shalt become from a peasant a worthy soul,
If it pleaseth Thee I shalt forget the wretched pain in my heart.
Lord, Thou art a fountain of mercy, let it spill upon
my heart,
Enlighten my mind to accept Thy Will, may I in humbleness obey.
Forgive those I beg Thee who understood not their actions force
Judge them not as they've judged me, for it will break my heart.
Jas. May, 21, 96.
" My mind, body and soul art Thine,
I'm dust without Thy Love my Lord!
I fight the world, losing every battle,
shine grace on me O Merciful Lord!
I'm helpless and weak, without any hope,
make me Thy Sword, All-Mighty Lord!
I'm fearful in pain and live heart-broken,
hold me to Thy Bossom My Mother-Lord!
I'm confused, lost and living in sin,
enlighten my heart to Thy Treasures O Lord!
My heart begs, in painful tears,
abandoning the world I come to Thy refuge Lord!
Do not deceive me as the world has done, time after time...
Be my Love, my support- let me die at Thy Lotus Feet,
Most Beautiful Lord!"
Jas. May, 12th, 1996.
O Lord, What are the characteristics of a Sardar Ji?
Is his heart an abode of humility and devotional love?
Is he the one in prayer and lives always in sacrifice?
Is he the follower of truth and loves all of humanity?
Is he the cherisher of Thy gifts Thy give selflessly?
Is his blood Thy tears, when he's wounded in life's battle?
Is he the desciple of the True King, beloved Gobind Singh?
Is he dressed in Thy uniform, a Dastaar crowning his head?
Does his heart live in remembrance of Thy Nector Sweet Name?
Is he the one I see dust-covered, yet shines in glory
his face?
With torn clothes, he speaks warmly, as he obeys humbly Thy Will?
Is he fearless, compassionate, no matter what fate gives?
Is he honest, sincere and plays not deceptive games?
Or is he the powerful prince wearing a studded jeweled
crown?
Dressed in gold, sweet fragrances, riding a beauteous smile?
Wearing a robe of high-caste and holding a scholarly degree?
Living in marbled castles as roses fragrance the air he breathes?
If the latter is a True Sardar Ji, Lord I beg Thee I never
be,
Let me be the Sardar Ji who lives not in material sleep.
With my beard let me wipe the dust of Thy Lotus Feet.
Then wash them with my tears as my Dastaar wipes them clean.
My Lord, let me be the Sardar Ji whose Hut is Thy Castle
Whose wealth is Thy prayer, whose heart is Thy Lotus Bed.
Let me never, ever fall prey to the World's material lust,
Save me O Lord, bless me forever, with the sight of Thy Love.
Jas. May, 19th, 96.
A virus plagues the human mind,
deluded, corrupt they live their life.
Contagiously, the world remains blind,
ignorantly, they've soiled heart's light.
Jealousy, hatred, in them greed is bred.
Material lust their Ego's yearn to fill.
Silenced have they their soul's prayer
as cancerous deceit infests their hearts.
Rabid, vicious are their worldly games,
they indulge their minds in false pride.
Education and wealth your value place,
If poor, religious, your labeled an outcast.
I'm awed at your workings my All-Doer Lord,
My heart understands not why falsehood thrives.
Thy Love's virus, I beg come plague my heart,
Vanishing worldly "loves" and their deceptive lies.
Jas. May, 19th, 96.
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