I love you, BAPA...
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am when I am with you.
I love you
For what you are making of me.
I love you, BAPA...
For the part of me that you bring out.
I love you for putting your hand into my heaped-up heart
And passing over all the foolish, weak things that are there,
And for drawing out into the light all the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked quite far enough to find.
Because you are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern but a temple;
Out of the Seva and Sadhana of my every day
Not a reproach but a song.
I love you, BAPA...
I love you, BAPA...
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