When they ask
How long - have I been
In Your Loving Fold,
With a tinge
Of hidden pride,
I site -
"Right from my teens"!
They gasp in wonder -
"How 'lucky' you've been"!
Heaven knows though
that my faith
Was naught
- but a fragrant flower
on a slender shrub
bright in the morn
then wilted away;
- but a song in the breeze,
lifting, uplifting
then ebbing away;
- but an autumn tree
that sheds its' leaves
with every sway.
- Like the moon in the sky
waxing bright
then waning away.
Yet O Lord,
Mantled am I
In Your Fold
Right from my teens.
Much has happened
Much have I been.
Yet now I rush
To fall headlong
And CLASP
YOUR FEET!
(By : Dr Vasantha Nair, Blossoming Love)
