My Poor Little Bowl

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Picking lilies by the road

I forgot my begging bowl.

How sad you must be

My poor little bowl!

I forgot my bowl again!

Please nobody pick it up,

My lonely little bowl.

My bowl is fragrant from

The bread of a thousand homes;

My heart has renounced

The sovereignty of riches and worldly fame.

Quietly cherishing the memories of Christ,

I walk to the village for

Another day of begging.

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