By worldly standards I am an ugly sight.
Yet my Inner self is surely upright.

God Almighty moves the Jiwa of men, and women too,
And the body complete with Grace and delight.

I hold the Cup of Blessing close to my lips,
And drink a little bit, each and every night.
Sometimes in the daytime, too
Has this happened to you?

It's not a dream or fantasia, no
It's pure and simple, yes it is so.

Like a image of all we wish and pray,
The music of love and childhood play.

I was dizzy and confused, yes,
And so lost in thoughts, wiry.
The rough and coarse play on my mind,
And move the old and retarded kind.

Comes the Grace of God, a fineness, yes
Moving slowly, and surely a clean, and Holy bit
Of fine invisible light, yes this is the start.

On my knees and in the dark,
I pray to Thee to take my heart.

And take my thoughts, so many, yes
Do what You Will, I am getting still,
Now inter the peace of Blessings fill.

If you know of this thing I speak,
Hold on to your cup, it is, yes always full
Take it with you into your sleep.
Repeat this again and again,
and go on from here . . begin.

To stand by the one Who is always
On guard true to us always, yes His Will
I give up all and give in to it now
And forever and ever and ever, yes indeed,
I will surrender all for this great delight.

That is all for now.
And for now, have a good and pleasant
Latihan night

farlan