God, God, God

From the depths of slumber,

As I ascend the spiral stairways of wakefulness,

I will whisper:

God! God! God!

Thou art the food, and when I break my fast

Of nightly separation from Thee,

I will taste Thee, and mentally say:

God! God! God!

No matter where I go, the spotlight of my mind

Will ever keep turning on Thee;

And in the battle din of activity, my silent war-cry will be:

God! God! God!

When boisterous storms of trials shriek,

And when worries howl at me,

I will drown their noises, loudly chanting:

God! God! God!

When my mind weaves dreams

With threads of memories,

Then on that magic cloth will I emboss:

God! God! God!

Every night, in time of deepest sleep,

My peace dreams and calls, Joy! Joy! Joy!

And my joy comes singing evermore:

God! God! God!

In waking, eating, working, dreaming, sleeping,

Serving, meditating, chanting, divinely loving,

My soul will constantly hum, unheard by any:

God! God! God!