My Lord, my Lord, my Lord,
How can I be a perfect instrument
Of Yours?

"My child, do not think of your future,
Do not think of your past,
Do not think of your present.
Just think of this very moment.
Try to see Me second by second,
And not minute by minute,
Not to speak of hour by hour.
Try to see yourself
Inside My own Heart-Garden,
And never desire to see yourself
Inside your own mind-forest.
Behold, My child!
I am declaring to the world at large
That you are My supremely
And eternally chosen instrument
And My proudest perfection-child."

SFL 35. 8 September 1994, New York