HAPPY CHRISTMAS
I want this silent breeze
I want this touch of soil
I want these bright sun rays
and a hut at the base of mountain
I do not want the brain
choked with questions
I relax in the womb
of faithfulness
and I am content with
whatever you give
I know that birth and death
are facts of life and I accept
winter and summer followed by rain
I do not complain about anything
God, my mind may always be conscious
to remember you throughout
sad and sweet moments
and may I be able
to recognize you
so that nothing will resist me
from being at your feet
I want this touch of soil
I want these bright sun rays
and a hut at the base of mountain
I do not want the brain
choked with questions
I relax in the womb
of faithfulness
and I am content with
whatever you give
I know that birth and death
are facts of life and I accept
winter and summer followed by rain
I do not complain about anything
God, my mind may always be conscious
to remember you throughout
sad and sweet moments
and may I be able
to recognize you
so that nothing will resist me
from being at your feet
