Looking for the truth hidden...
...I went inside;
It was like the early dawn;
All the singing birds were out of the nests...
...singing on boughs and in bushes in melodious tunes;
A grand orchestra for my wonder!
O Creator of music, with deep devotion...
...I listen to the music, and come to feel:
I am the music! I am listening to my own music!
There can be no other prayer than the prayer with soul!
To You, O LORD, I pray with my soul!
Praying with soul I prefer to praying with words!
Indeed the prayer with soul draws us closer to God.
MyKoul
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