Repeant - Poem by george Seshagiri
Hail! the soaring soul
Brings peace from the Lord,
Repeant from the ignorant thought:
How shall it be purified without thy name?
Where I will serve thy domain of all the myriad souls.
It is with faith and profound truth of inner voice echoes... and sings.
Copyright @2005 George Seshagiri
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