Do
not I know, ‘bout the number of times
I
shall bow my head before you, My Master!
Your
hands seem to be showering hymn
Of
the ultimate Bliss, O Master!
Gracias,
we feel of the very blessedness
That
with Your own Grace, we procured
By
Your Graciousness, Your Highness
With
happiness we Aboard! J
Make
Your hands over our head, always n forever
We
truly want Your Euphoria over us to rover..
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