Pure Faith

The days You give me,
Do let them
Bedeck my humble hours,
With Your jewel thoughts.
In earnest,
I pray to You.

Every step of mine,
While it ventures out!
Let it be guided,
And shown the way:
By Your visionary light.
I pray to You.

The stumbling blocks,
That lock horns
With my endeavour—
Can move aside forever:
Only, if Your benevolence
Stays with me.

Let my worship
Be in form of: Pure Faith—
More inward than outward!
Give me such strength,
That I truly believe,
You are always there for me.


Geeta Chhabra

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