I won’t ask, not to break my heart
If you so desire, break me
and leave me scattered from west
to east
just give me strength to bear the pain
I do not complain about the wounds you inflict
I hold them as dear as your love and kindness
just help me bleed until I am clean
I don’t ask you to fulfill my desire
just give me courage to fulfill yours,
no matter it is against
mine
I bow my head to you Master,
In you I trust
In you I find my strength
I will not complain. I will not question
My heart is doubtless, My soul has faith
Throw a stone at me and I won’t stop you
I will pick and bring it back to you
I will not raise my head, I will not say a word
I am at your door, always I'll be
in disgrace and humility I found blessings manifold
And it is not the Masters who choose their disciples
It is the disciples...
and I have chosen you
O’ Master of the hearts, Soul of the souls
down on my knees,
I submit to love
to the roses, and to the thorns
consume me.
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