The room was filled with pure gold light,

[Guest guest]

The room was filled with pure gold light,

By HIS presence, it shone,

And when the man woke up,

He was not alone.

 

Beside him was his Baba,

Holding his hand,

And Shri Sai Baba did not leave him,

As they walked throughout the land.

 

The man became poor and helpless,

Old age got the best of him,

And when he would struggle,

Baba tended to his every whim.

 

The poor sick man turned around one day,

And saw footprints that he thought were his,

But Baba's footprints were gone,

What was the meaning of this?

 

" Oh, Baba! You said you were always with me,

" Baba, you have lied,

You're not with me in sickness! "

The poor old man cried.

 

" Those footprints are mine,

There is no limit to my love,

In sickness, I have carried you. "

Said Baba's voice from above.