Classic Poem

O Lord, I gained no understanding.
Here was I sent bound under a promise — all memory of it I forgot.

Now have I remembered, when recollection came: at Thy feet I laid my mind to rest.
What now am I? Thou art all. Thou hast set me here to act.
Now Thy hand performs the task, I have not seen: tis Thou hast made me see.
I was whirled away on a pathless path but Thou hast drawn me to Thy rest.
Hearken now to this my prayer, Thou that art called All Might.
Jagjivan is called Thy servant — How canst thou let him drift away.