My
heart leaps with joy, not twice, nor thrice,
For Oh!
Jesus! You raise me to the paradise.
The
doors of heaven open, hear the voice
The
sweetest of rain showers to rejoice.
The
honey rain, the dream in a dawn,
When
the morning star sheds beam in my lawn
All
dreams merry and morale, all hopes jolly,
All
sights pleasant, all songs mellow and lovely
For
Jesus turns a lurid, lighted lantern
To glow
while I travel the muddle alone.
As a
sweet flute of reed, I slowly rise
Through which only His glaring glory I praise.
He
moulds me as a candle, humble
Brightly
blazing ever in His holy temple
And makes
me the gum, the frankincense
Smouldering
in altar, with pure fragrance.
As a
white lily in an enchanting garden
Germinates
me in the orchard of Eden
To grow
all my glimmering, weak foliage,
Withering
petals and nectar in all the age.
Bloom
again the dahlias, the geraniums,
The
carnations and chrysanthemums
In
colours pink, red, purple and white
And
marigolds orange, yellow in sight.
Rivers
flow, flow towards great oceans
Waves
curl, curl towards endless shores.
Breeze
of love embraces the lonely isles
Away
away from thousands of miles…
Travel
alone through the corridors of past
The two
sparrows silently, though did part
To meet
again, again, the eyes glowing
With love,
the face smiling, smiling
Like sentinel stars glittering gently
Like sentinel stars glittering gently
And
peeping from the sky slowly, slowly.
While the reminiscences blossom in mind
Will
the sweet, sweet odour ever end?
