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India! India! My heart cries for the people of India, a beautiful nation.
Reflections of my visit, grow deeper and deeper, a prayerful meditation.
The street weary face, of a little boy, searches for meaning,
A fatherless city, has left him, plenty tears streaming.
Lord! Lord! How can this be?
“Yes, My child! I can certainly see. What would you do, if you were Me?”
The hollow stare, of a young girl, forced into trade,
No other choice, has left her, abused and afraid.
Lord! Lord! What can be done?
“Yes, My child! You are the one. Will you share, the love of My Son?”
Lord! Lord! My career...don’t You know, it’s planned for the year.
“Yes, My child! If not you, then what will I do?”
Lord! Lord! My time…don’t You know, I have less than a dime.
“Yes, My child! If not this day, then when can I say?”
Lord! Lord! My life…don’t You know, there could be danger and strife.
“Yes, My child! Why contend? Don’t you know, I am with you, to the end.”
Lord! Lord! Really, why me?
“Yes My child! Your heart cries for India, I can certainly see…full of compassion, as if you were Me!”
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