Selections from the Writings of the Promised Messiah — Page 94
I would have turned to dust; Then how and where that dust is thrown away only Allah knows. O how I yearn that in Your path, my life, My body and my heart be sacrificed. I don't see how anyone could ever love like You do. I have spent my early days, under Your benign shadow. You carried me in Your lap like a suckling infant. I never witnessed such fidelity in the human race, as You possess. There does not exist a friend, who can commiserate like Thee. They say that none is accepted without merit. Lo, being without merit, I have been granted a station in Thy court. You have overwhelmed me with such favour and kindness as cannot be recounted Till the end of time. (Braheen e Ahmadiyya, Pt. V: Roohani Khaza'in Vol. 21, p 127) 94