Sitting in quiet
I surrender to you
O! My lord
My winnings your grace
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Without His grace we can not imagine even. I invite you to read my poem The Hymn of Mercy.
So gentle expression.It reminds me, the lines from Tagore's song- - - - Let me bow down my head before Your feet...A serene poem.
Lord Krishna? There are many Lord's out there, just wondering to whom is your prayer? I liked it very much!
A humble and earnest supplication to the Almighty.... Yes, we all need God's grace to become sparkling treasure chests! Loved reading this, Savita!
A prayer pleading for grace. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
My winnings your grace My losses your admonition Lovely lines of a beautiful poem.
Very nice Savita, enjoyed this innocent prayer made. With your light shining This rotten stinking trash bin Becomes a sparkling treasure chest ... that light is hidden in your name only. Ha Ha.