Song Offerings to the Creator from 1997-0809 The Australian Sahaja Newsletter, Page 4

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure,
This frail vessel Thou emptiest again and again,
And fillest it ever with fresh life.
This little flute ofa reed Thou hast carried
Over hills and dales, and hast breathed
Through it melodies eternally new.
At the immortal touch of Thy hand my little
Heart loses its limits in joy and gives
Birth to utterance ineffable.
Thy infinite gifts comet o me only on these
Very small hands of mine.
Ages pass, and still Thou pourest,
And still there is room to fill.