How could I give my life to You
since it's already Your belonging
How could i try to serve You
As You don't need anything
All my thoughts of surrender are dust
Waiting to be touched by Your Feet
All my trials in loving are just
A wave failing in crossing the sea
Daily i offer You what is Yours
I renounce what was never mine
I serve the Lord which is most humble
Serving His bhaktas restlessly
How unfair is this relationship, Gurudev
Daily I clean my dirt, which You take
And You shower me back with love and grace
Nothing I can ever give You
And You give me everything in exchange
I am just a broken glass, and You the Designer of all
Why do You act like this, as You couldn't fix me
Even if a scar is left, I still can serve You
As I was created exactly the way You wished
Lord of All, Lord of Mercy, Satgurudev
I can hold upon Your Name
And meditate on all divine experiences
But I can't ignore You are now graciously here
Take this broken glass, with so many faults
Fix it, paint it, decorate it and smile
Your smiley Eyes will enlighten all creation
And fill me with Your Divine Love
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