Guest guest Posted April 30, 2005 Report Share Posted April 30, 2005 Son, sing a song. Let Ammachi hear it. Shakti Prasad sang with great concentration folding his hands on his chest ~ Through my mind, speech and actions I am remembering You incessantly. Why then are You delaying to show Your mercy to me, beloved Mother? I am a miserable destitute. I have no one but You, Mother. Please stop Your tests and Extending Your hand, pull me up ... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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