Band of the Blessed

Pure heart adds rhythm to soul's stale tone-
That could never be played by the soul alone,
A bit of true heart, a bit of true soul
Bless life with love thus, making it whole.

Forever we want to be the slaves
Of passion, of love, till we reach our graves!
But alas the things at times we do-
Belie the love that's meant to be true.

The music of love to which the heart dances-
Is never a gamble or game of chances
We make it seem so with lust and greed
To the words of God, we pay no heed.

On a throne of blesses true love is seated-
Shedding tears for the ways it's cheated
And forever we're kept from the love we deserved,
For the band of the blessed, love is reserved.

Again and again we try to feel,
Yet nothing we see, nothing appeals
Blinded with the veil of earthly world-
We hardly know that our soul is sold!

Love and lust at times get confused
This is how sadly our souls gets abused
We get farther from the love we want
We can only see, but to feel we can't!

We talk of true love, but then again
We stay away from it, for we fret the pain,
We hardly know when love in us started
Love is for brave, but we're just faint-hearted!

We polluted our heart with lust and pride,
From our feelings and callings, we run and hide,
From the light of God, we turn all blind
Love and passion? We walled them behind!

We still have time to break that wall
And glee will be at our beck and call
All happiness from east, north, south and west
Shall welcome us to the band of the blessed!