God, hear blind self-admirers’
snide laughter, piled on strident
in-your-face, godless chatter.
Read their minds at midnight, processing spite.
Holy God of endless, sky-high, True Love:
Your Justice is ocean-wide;
You Care for all who are alive;
we Flourish in nature’s intricate web.
God, how exquisite Your Love!
You calm our panicked spirits,
nourishing us with Wisdom.
Enjoying You we discover New Joys.
Source of all Love: keep our love bold and true,
playing, singing New Heart Tunes.
Let no snobbish mind pervade;
may self-worshippers trip up, slip away.
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