To become an immortal instrument,
I offered my Lord my soul-breath.My Lord has fulfilled
My snow-white desire.To become a perfect instrument,
I offered my Lord my heart-love.My Lord has clasped
My aspiration-fire. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Three hundred sixty-five Father's Day prayers, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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