I had requested You
At the crimson break of day;
But on night of new moon, Beloved, You came,
The gloom to obliterate.
Under light of happiness, You did not manifest;
All alone You showed up on a night of sadness,
On a path thorn-overlaid,
Stealthily and unproclaimed.
In devotion had I been arrayed
With a hundred colors I'd arranged;
My readiness was made futile,
For You arrived unawares.
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Rarely does He do what we expect, but He always does what is best.
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