A white thought tells me;
God loves my pure heart.A blue thought tells me;
God loves my clear mind.A green thought tells me;
God loves my hero-vital.A red thought tells me;
God loves my surrender-body.A black thought tells me;
God never likes meAnd
He has no need for me. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Three hundred sixty-five Father's Day prayers, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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