• Swami Purnananda

May 19, 2021 || Daily Thought & Prayer


Safe and happy were his lot

In prosperous times gone by

Now his shop was all but gone

And clothes to him did not belong

For years of work and sacrifice

Anxious debts and paper piles

Were now his mounting legacy

So, turned to God for His mercy

“Lord, money for poor I gave away

I went to church on every Sunday

Lord, save me now in my tottery

Let me win the national lottery!”

Many weeks and months he prayed

And on his knees for hours he stayed

Then shaking fist through teary mist

Burst out - “God you just don’t exist”

Then clouds dramatically rolled away

God’s booming voice was heard to say

“ My child, this wish, for you to get it

At least please buy a lottery ticket”


O Lord increase my faith in You a thousandfold in Thy nature and myself; may I post my intentions without wavering doubt and be Thy simple trusting child again.

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