My child!
My beautiful child!
When you grow up
You will be a very rich man
And you take care of me
And of all my problems
But in the meantime
Go to sleep

My Lord
I have no one but you
To take refuge
Only you can relieve me of my sufferings
Only you can pardon my sin and ill doings
Please destroy all my enemies
Just like you have done
For all your past devotees

The baby does not understands a thing
But is charmed by the melody
The mother’s tongue carves the cocoon
To feel secure and let him or her sleep

Assuming He understands all human languages
The Lord does not know what to do
Every being is His child
Why could He kill one for the sake of another?
How can His child commit a sin anyway?
Can chaos and destruction also a part of His creation?

The devotee in the cocoon from his faith
In his own universe
Feels secure and live by his prayer
That understanding and analysis
May not bring.