English Poem–The Divine Child

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He guides me through the minutest detail of my little undertakings, but forbids His assistance when I face huge problems.

He forgives my heinous sins with a smile on His lips, but teaches me strict lessons for my trivial mistakes.

He gladly accepts my demands that are quite comprehensive, but refuses me flatly for tiny small prayers.

And I can well recall from my childhood days how a baby plays with its toys—the divine child is utterly engaged and does whatever it likes!



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