Let the pain rise up




Let the pain rise up
Let it pierce my senses 
Let me drown in it
Let it sear through my heart 
My mind be coloured with it
My intellect be softened with it
My memory be cleansed with it
And my ego be soaked in it

Let my whole being be purified through this
Like a candle burns in its altar before the Lord
Let me burn with the pain 
Even pain has a meaning, a purpose
Its purpose is to be an offering to the Lord

Let my pain fulfil its purpose !

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