Saintly snowflake souls floating to Earth.
Pure as Amrit's Grace.
Sensing our troubled, trembling tears.
Angels with and without wings.
They walk the skies in formless wonder.
Complete in their compassion, courage and love.
The spirit children of Kaljug,
Listen, learn and patiently wait.
With Gurmantar pulsating pores.
For the joyous news!
O such a glorious message.
To be greeted by the Great Tide of Peace,
The Universal Mystical Mother.
Melting ice-like and merging,
Into the tender wings and waves
Of Satsangat Simran.
Hot tears run down human cheeks in awe.
A child awakens,
Understanding an ancient rhythm of life.
Tingling bells of Sachkand,
Vibrate eardrums,
Feeding our hungry searching souls.