World is changing more and more selfish. Everything, the love of a mother, is becoming a commodity of commercialism. It leads to more depression and despair.


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Come O God, to wake me up

And warm me up in this summer

I’m cold and chill in a sinful cup

Who will save this sinner?

 

It’s hot outside and the sun is bright

Thy grace makes all in cheers

But dark and cold my heart is tight

Still keeping me in tears.

 

My ears are deaf to hear Thy chimes

That the winds in nature bring

My heart is hard to feel thy rhymes

That Thy creatures in nature sing.

 

When will my winter end for me?

And open my eyes to see Thy feast

That I can see a sprout of leaf

With a little shade of green at least?

 

Why this darkness only in me

Barring me from Thy love and peace

Black outside or I can’t see

Or pride has plucked my inner eyes?

 

Bathe me Lord in thy graceful sun

And make me warm to move about,

My boredom bed brings only sin

Break every fetter and free me out

 

Numb and cold here still I lay

My life in darkened sin, no doubt.

Closing my eyes I roll over

My lazy pleasure stops going out.

 

Throw me out of this selfish den

Here everything is commodity

No life of mercy and no concern

“All for me and ME only”.

 

Burn me in Thy hottest sun

And char my pride and selfishness

Bake and burn me beneath my skin

Remake my heart with Thy kindness.

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