Song ‘To please our Mother’ from 1998-0814 Australian Sahaja Newsletter, Page 2
To please, to please our Mother so high,
There never shall be a purpose so fine,
To please, to please our Mother so high,
there never shall be a purpose so fine.
Mother please come into my heart,
Dwell in the blossom which opens apart.
Sit on your throne 0 Fragrant Goddess,
My Queen so noble, Compassion so tireless.
In my heart let your feet rest,
So that I may toil to treat them best,
With fragrance and pollens and Extollations,
To those working feet emitting Vibrations.
Let me be free from delusion,
So that I may see without confusion,
All blessings and joys that you have given me,
I thank you now and eternally.