120. To become

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To become an immortal instrument,

I offered my Lord my soul-breath.

My Lord has fulfilled

My snow-white desire.

To become a perfect instrument,

I offered my Lord my heart-love.

My Lord has clasped

My aspiration-fire. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Three Hundred Sixty-Five Father's Day Prayers, Vishma Press, New York, 1974
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