By: Shreyas Devaraj
When I look back at where I stood,
where I now have reached,
My heart brims over in gratitude
and tears flow down my cheeks.
There’s nothing more I have to do,
nowhere else I need to be,
By his grace I now know the truth,
I am the dust of Lord Sainath’s feet.
If fear does not wither and fall,
who bears the burden, but He,
What if desire lurks in the dark,
that patient, preying beast,
With my master standing guard,
his sword of ‘Anugraha’ ready,
Why should I be worried at all,
I’m the dust of Lord Sainath’s feet.
Fate may deal its hammer blows,
and try to flatten me,
As time carries me with its flow,
one day to the sea,
But I’ll be safe on my captain’s boat,
protected from the deep,
As He ferries me back to his home,
I’m the dust of Lord Sainath’s feet.
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