9. When he was a baby God
When he was a baby GodEverybody loved him.
When he was a grown-up God
Everybody needed him.
When he was an old God
Everybody claimed him,
Even the real God Himself.
Sri Chinmoy, My promise to God, Agni Press, 1975
Everybody loved him.
When he was a grown-up God
Everybody needed him.
When he was an old God
Everybody claimed him,
Even the real God Himself.
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