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My Lord Supreme,

What a beautiful

God-blossoming morning!

Alas, my mind is too feeble

To embody my God-gratitude.

Alas, my heart is too stupid

To accept my Lord’s God-Compassion.

Alas, my life is too blind

To see my Lord’s God-Perfection.

My Lord Supreme,

Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me!

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From:Sri Chinmoy,Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 184, Agni Press, 1993
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/ap_184