The vessel tossed, a sea of doubt,
Without the guide, how can I break out?
The vessel tossed, a sea of doubt.
Born stained, in sin I drown,
My heart a festering, wounded town.
You, the Giver, of sorrow's end,
Embrace me now, and gently tend.
I sing Kabir's humble praise,
To the One who knows all ways.
Though a wayward child I be,
I cling to honor, desperately.
Without the guide, how can I break out?
The vessel tossed, a sea of doubt.
Without the guide, how can I break out?
The vessel tossed, a sea of doubt.
Forget me not, Great Lord above,
Though legions turn, and lose their love.
Forget me not, though many stray,
We are your own, come what may.
We are your own, bound to your grace,
While you, within, hold every space.
You, the Inner Light, the soul's embrace,
The very ground of time and space.
If you forsake, O Lord of Light,
Who then will lead me through the night?
How can I cross, without your might?
The vessel tossed, a sea of doubt.
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