It was the last call, when I surrendered
behind closed bars, for all my past blunders
With folded hands my prayers begin
Let me silence my whining, let there be some healing
My mind raced but could not trace
It came as a revelation about the sacred space
My inner being has seen, The Divine light within
The Holy light could enlighten my vision
My pure Self, my very essence
Has full access to the fountain of JOY
Blessed as I am with grace to testify
Its little me merging with my Holy being
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