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God? God, can I get a reply?

See me boxed in, calling, calling.

When will You end people’s mocking,

smoking pipe-dreams, fetish worship?

God, You called us to Your service;

Loving one, we know You hear us.

Now in awe I let go anger,

probe my motives, wait in silence.

People strive for fame, for money;

let Your Smile be my fulfillment.

Joy from You exceeds all measures;

rest is safe, serene my slumber.