Take Him For Granted!
Why do you dissect my heart and mind now and then,
To find the clue of where I hide my flaws and false,
Why do you want to cut me into pieces with your cosmic knife?
When I hold your toes and cry for help as a single trust.
Lord, you are great, merciful, omnipresent and a forgiver,
When I am troubled, I would think that you are a tormentor,
When I am neglected, I would think that you are irresponsible,
When I am poorly clothed, I would think that you are a miser.
When we are in pain, we would think that you are the cause,
When we are battered, we would assume that you assault,
When we weep and depressed, we would blame you, my Lord,
When we are happy and successful we would think of you at last.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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