With You, my Lord

(1281)  Tomar saunge amar prabhu

My Lord, with Thee
There's a bond of love, a joyful binding.
By Your grace, under its shelter,
My life, it moves onward.

Roused at bright moment of daybreak,
The day passes by on Your wave.
Your instrument, Your incantation,
Goes on working per command.

When You call, I'll run along;
I will fill the world with song.
Upon Your tune, the flute therein
Imbues each thought with purpose.
Brimming with ideation is that Vrndavan.

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