Wind assisted by grace

The kind of support you can’t erase

Only say thank you into the night

Thank the heavens I am alright

And come around once more to be

Kneeling in prayer at the foot of thee

Oh holy mountain, Arunachala, hear

To you I am always held dear

Always held close, you let me know

That where I follow, you will go

Only to be ripened like fruit on a tree

I was looking and you found me