I'd been fallen upon dust;
Onto lap You did lug.
To me You said, dust casting off:
"Abide on Earth, head lifted up."
Many watches[1] and moon-days have gone;
Quenched has been much hopeful splendor.
Amid Your soul-manifest love,
You kindled a steadfast sun.
For those who have no one just You exist;
The wretched and deprived have You cherished.
You've kept in touch, shadow akin,
Upon time's ocean-shore,
Every minute, Lord, each few seconds.[2]
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A love like Yours cannot be earned.
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