God, I am absent-minded;
Yet You are fond of me.God, I am negligent;
Yet You are fond of me.God, I am insecure;
Yet You are fond of me.God, I am impure;
Yet You are fond of me.God, why are You so fond of me?
“My child, I am fond of you,Because
You try,Because
You cry.” ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Dance of Life, part 3, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1973
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/dl_3