God waits not with chains, but open skies,
For man to seek with unveiled eyes.
The Third Eye lit, the veil is torn —
A soul reborn from Spirit’s dawn.
Armed with Naam, each arrow flies,
Truth the blade that never dies.
Shielded in Waheguru’s flame,
Untouched by fear, immune to shame.
Let the heavens rain with fire and dread —
Still the warrior lifts his head.
Not of blood, not born of pride —
But carried by the Lord inside.
No retreat, no cry, no pause in song —
For those with God…
Are always strong.
