LITTLE ONES
God thinks of little ones,
Not of the stars and suns!
Forsaking Heaven He comes
To greet us in the slums,
He wanders from the Shrine
To seek your love and mine.
He is with us always
Though we forget His grace.
Within our hearts there lies
The path to paradise.
He is with those who struggle,
Deaf to the victor’s bugle.
He takes the useless earth,
Gives it immortal birth.
O for one touch of His,
For that eternal bliss!
–K. T. NARASIMHA CHAR