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 fulfilment.
Joy from You exceeds all measures,
rest is safe, serene my slumber.
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