Twenty-four seven we yearn to praise,
whisper “Yes, Love” with each waking breath,
yearn to show hurting people God is Good,
yearn to come together singing hoorays.
I looked for someone when I was scared stiff;
an angel banished my paralysis,
carried me beyond every trouble
to where light surrounds God-worshippers.
Savour Divine Love, everyone;
revere God in holy simplicity.
Hunger weakens strong young hunters
but God-searchers are fully satisfied.
Love living? Yearn for a long, good life?
Watch your words, nothing foul or false;
avoid violence; follow Peace Path blazes.
God’s Kind Eyes and Ears hold humble humans
but brutes will be deleted from all screens.
God responds to honest soul cries,
comes close when hearts fracture,
restores life to knocked out spirits.
We all make or step in messes
but God brings us out in one piece.
Culprits’ own sick lifestyles kill them;
Divine Counsellor’s rehab frees us.
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