ISKCON—Salt Lake City

Our lives are short-lived,
foolishly playing in the mud of illusion,
stuck hopelessly, crying out in the trenches of confusion,
dirt of desire, eroding, covering my devotion, my love.
Our lives are but flickering moments.
Save me, please,
whoever you are,
wherever you are,
I need you.
You came, my beloved eternal father,
situated on a golden throne, vibrating tones of shelter-
Krsna's divine plan-
a pure soul, not ordinary man.
Unworthy as I am, you accepted me as a son.
Through your causeless mercy the battle shall be won.
You let me serve you: "Make your will mine."
I have fallen so many times-
lust and anger my heart's only incline-
yet you have yanked me back each time,
allowing me, unqualified, to preach the message Divine.
To all you in Salt Lake
it is time to awake.
Sri Guru Deva is here;
in holy instruction he does appear
as the shining light rising on the sunset of the mind,
setting deeply and softly within the heart sublime.
Please accept this gift benign.
You must take, chant the holy names-only this way can you be free
from Kali's chains.
Come now, Srila Prabhupada is waiting to guide you to Vrndavana,
land of bliss and love, free from sin.
Our lives are so short-lived.
Embedded in nature's tombstone image,
Maya's path, a maze without an exit.
But we here are determined to free you from bondage,
for our spiritual master has sent out the order-
we must bring you to His lotus feet.
They are taking notice, we can see it:
friendly smiles, encouraging words, acceptance of the chanting.
"We, think we would like to come by your temple."
Their sectarian concepts are being smashed by the
sounds of Krsna and Rama, over and over,
forever.