My Lord, You Build Your Own Shrine! Poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar

My Lord you art soul of all scriptures,
They sing thy glory,
Thy shine is in every heart,
Thou art my Self and Self of all,
Thine ways are wonderful,
O master, master craftsman,
You are Crafting my person,
Taking utmost care a craftsman can take,
Or cutting bad or weakness and grafting the best and strength!

Obstacles and obstructions,
What I think are the process you take me,
Heating, melting cutting and polishing,
Just to reshape to your purpose and requirement,
You take care to bring out
the best in me,
Thine ways are as good,
Knowing my quality and strength,
the stuff that I am madeof,
Thee know well than me!

You know well, how to shape me,
The one who won himself is
awfully obedient kid,
That I should be in thy hands!

Thine are ways to pass me through horror,
Make me more brave and intelligent,
You embedded wisdom and knowledge,
With wit,
gentleness studded in ideal way,
Everyone would love and like!
One who passes through thine processes,
He is hidden treasure,
treasure in heart where your light shine!

only some can find,
Thy hands Everywhere,
Thy glory sung in books,
Scriptures say more in more ways,
But the master you crafted
is master of self,

Not yet any words can describe
him,
Only able hearts can feel him,
Only loving hearts can love him,
Love of such Soul is love of you,
Where you built your own shrine,
Beyond words your glory shine!

Obstacles and obstructions,
prove either what one is,
How sharp one should be,
and how brave one is!

How hard diamond can be
shaped and polished, Thee know well,
materials may be,
granite, or
gold or may be iron are alloys
shaped and sized!

Lord,
I never pray to give me a clean path,
Lead me through tough terrain,
Give me the strength to face and
come out successfully though fire,
or the spinning wheel of time, being master of my own!