The Creator of all

The Creator of all
The Creator of Soul
You are, are, are my all.

I am lost in wood
I wish you would
Please save me from
this material world
Oh save me please
You could and should

My heart, my heart
that pants to drink
The Nectar of thy flute
that it might soothe

I place my head
at Thy Lotus Feet
Oh, let it lie
Or let the eagles eat

The Creator of all
The Creator of Soul
You are, are, are my all.

Guru Maharaj Ji wrote this song, in India sometime between eight and ten years of age.

26--AFFINITY