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GOD LIVES THERE : RHYME 94

When the mind is pure and pious,
At peace and oneness with others;
In that mind, God lives,
Always lives, always lives.

When the heart is true and just,
With love, kindness, value of trust;
In that heart, God lives,
Always lives, always lives.

When the body is bright and clean,
With sacredness of a shrine;
In that body, God lives,
Always lives, always lives.

If mind sees, heart feels, and body serves,
For the person all good, all righteous;
In that person, God lives,
Always lives, always lives.

- N P SAMAL 

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