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Though Hell unleash her furies red
Upon the living and the dead,
And turn the earth to molten lead,
And sweep the skies of every mark,
God is your captain, sail, my Ark!
Love is your compass, ply, my ark!
Go north and south, go east and west
And share with all your treasure chest.
The storm shall bear you on its crest
A light for sailors in the dark.
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Faith is your anchor, ride, my Ark!
Should thunder roar, and lightning dart,
And mountains shake and fall apart,
And man become so faint of heart
As to forget the holy spark,
Faith is your anchor, ride, my ark!
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an infant at her breast. And though its strings no longer quivered, the harp continued to ring on
,’God is your captain, sail, my Ark!’ and though the Master’s lips were shut, his voice
reverberated for a space though-tout the aerie and floated out in waves unto the rugged peaks
about; unto the hills and vales below; unto the restless sea in the distance; unto the vaulted blue
There were star showers and rainbows in that voice. There were quakes and gales along with
soughing winds and song-intoxicated nightingales. There were heaving seas empalled with
soft, dew-laden mist. And it seemed as if the whole of creation were listening thereto in
- Saint Kabir- Brother I Have Seen Some
- Baba Jaimal Singh Ji Maharaj