Mani, Arnavaz, Meheru |
Color photo, Clive Adams |
When I first came to Baba, I knew not wrong from right,
Until His Presence nurtured me, surrounding me with Light
But the wheel goes 'round and the sun goes down, and darkness takes the reins
For the night of separation and the lover's endless pain
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He comes to desert wilderness |
He comes to a thriving town |
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In plenty or in poverty |
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When the world is upside down |
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Gold or silver, sometimes thorns |
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Become His shining crown |
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| Oh, Baba! Baba guide us home . . . | |
| Oh, Baba! Baba guide us home . . . |
When I first came to Baba, I was reborn again
But the rose you wear can prick your heart with the thorns of longing's pain
The days of life and the nights of death are snares to rise above
Just keep your heart in balance, ever steady in His love
CH.
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