Hands raised in prayer
begging for name & fame
wealth, health & happiness
I am Thy adamant child
demanding in liberty
from my loving parent
Lord, I pray…
Hands raised it stays
No longer seeking glory
on the earthly plane
now searching eternal fame
like a parent renouncing youth
to reap joy in old age
Lord, I pray…
Hands lower like a defeated soldier
project yet an image of royal martyr
No riches for the self seek
only prayers for another
hover like a dutiful wife
– an image of burdening sacrifice
Lord, I pray…
Hands remain by the side
Won’t the divine know whats right?
Why change destiny, make a hue & cry
like a mistress ready to please
making no demands on time
in surrender to fate – destiny mine
Lord, I pray…
My hands rise high, higher than ever before
Give, Lord, bestow whatever Thou choose
rejoicing I receive with arms open wide
No right & wrong, joy or sorrow judge
I am thy beloved, Lord – no fears or demands hold
My hands shall stay high, ready to receive Thee – Always
Lord I pray.
Gita Krishna Raj
Written in July 2007 | Printed in infinithoughts in the September 2015 issue
