There’s a vacuum in every heart That You alone can make depart, A deep chasm only You can fill, Making our anguish to fall still. Nothing else can play that role, To mend us and make us whole, By ourselves we can’t do this task, So, to You we must turn and ask, “Please cure our great emptiness, For, it's You we need, nothing less.”

For this horror soon send a cure, How long will Your Earth endure This dance of evil in Your name, By You blessed they falsely claim? Ah! What havoc they thus wreak, The lies about You that they speak, These folks by evil driven insane, Oh! How Your Earth cries out in pain!   Peace and Love they say You are, If this is true, then don’t stay afar, Rush, make peace and love descend, And to this madness put a firm end, Then, with this, finally, all mankind In an age of Oneness i

Do for us mortals You really care, With love infinite, as You declare? Oh, this our hearts crave to know, That You indeed do love us so. Set at rest our fear and doubt, Our misgivings put to full rout, And make us sure, if it be true, Of being infinitely loved by You.

Whatever we see, it is but You, Whatever we touch, it is but You, Whatever we taste, it is but You, Whatever we smell, it is but You, Whatever we hear, it is but You, Because all that is, is but You.   Whoever loves us, they are but You, Whoever hates us, they are but You, Whoever uplifts us, they are but You, Whoever demeans us, they are but You, Whoever helps us, they are but You, Whoever hinders us, they are but You, Whoever praises us, they are but You, Whoever mocks us,

If this is all just Your play, You having Your own way, A drama that You enact, If this is so, in actual fact, You’ll play for us our part Until You make us depart, Nothing do we have to do, It all being done just by You.

She grew tired of searching for You, No longer this did she want to do. “If You care for me,” to You she said,        “You search for me now instead. I won’t more seek for You here and there, You reach out to me if for me You care. Which parent will let their child roam, And not seek to find it to bring it home? Your love’s much greater, so they say, So, You seek and find me, this I pray. If You do this, I’ll then come to know That You care for me, as You say is so. Maybe I’l

For many of us a time may soon come When our body a burden will become, And from it we’ll pine for quick release, Praying for its load to very soon cease, And to be taken to from where we came, Our real home, which for all's the same, To dwell in You, where we once were, Before You sent us to Earth down here. Ah! Then You may very swiftly decree That from this body-cage we be set free, To take us back home, at last into You, All this one day, Lord, maybe You’ll do.

Each new day Your drama You unfold, This Your sport that’s so infinitely old, Never tired of keeping busy this way, Being so engrossed in Your cosmic play, This drama that You Yourself have made That since eternity past You have played, The whole universe being its vast stage, On which You in Your mirth engage. The beings and things that in it are Each an actor in this show bizarre. Each one's costume it’s You who don, And thus Your drama goes on and on. To each their distinc

“I am with you”—if this I hear, These words from You, my Dear, It’ll put to rest my every fear, For then I’ll know You are near.   These words to me please say, Giving me hope along the way, Courage that I need each day, Please grant this plea, I pray.

I don’t really wish to remain In this Your Earth’s domain, But yet here I must still be As long as it’s Your will for me. But the moment You decide No more here I must reside, Then maybe in greatest glee From here I’ll speedily flee, Back, I hope, forever to You, Bidding to this Earth adieu!

I tell this to my puny mind: “On your own you can’t find The reason that lies behind The world, including humankind.   “By ourselves we can’t lay bare The purpose of the whole affair, Of the world and us being there, Don’t even try, just don’t care.   “The reason for it only He knows (This I very confidently suppose) From Whom, as all evidence shows, Creation, including humans, arose.   “But will He to us the reason say For which He's brought into play The world, and in it ou

This strange world that You’ve designed, The logic behind it I can’t seem to find, The reason for which You’ve put us here, Do please tell me, yes, please do so Dear.   A short stay, then death must arrive, Putting an end to our here being alive, And in between oh what we undergo! The purpose of it all I’d like to know.   Won’t You explain, to me this reveal, The reason we must endure this ordeal?

Be Your own lamp, so the wise have said, Don’t by others consent to be misled, By folks who claim to be sent by God, Know each of them to be just a fraud.   God’s spokesmen these pretend to be, His emissary or His chosen appointee, But not one of them, as far as I know, Who make this claim is really, truly so.   Men who as God’s chosen ones pose, Crooks are they, every one of those. To these charlatans pay just no heed, Don’t ever follow their beguiling lead.   Don’t fall pre

Their tomes were penned by human hands: This fact please make them to understand, To know these aren’t Your literal speech, Unlike what they declare and preach.   On the basis of this one gross lie, Many falsities they seek to justify Which their several tomes contain, Claiming these it’s You who ordain.   One could draw up a lengthy list Of the lies on which they insist, Based on false claims they uphold About these tomes they’ve long retold, Declaring them Your very own wor

Each insists that You love them the best, That You exalt them far above the rest. Each claims to enjoy Your special favor, Saying that in this You'll never waver. To be Your favourite all of them pretend, Foul lies about You they stoutly defend.   Ah the horrors all these lies have spread! The many millions they have long misled! When will You grant Your world release From lies in Your name, this vile disease?

You brought us here, having Your way, In this Your world, where You’re at play, So that in Your play pawns we would be, Or so this seems quite likely to me.   Players in Your game is what we are, A game that may seem to us bizarre, We aren't clear about the reason why We must be here and then must die.   Maybe it’s so that us You will use For a while for Yourself to amuse, In a drama in which You engage, With us as mere actors on its stage!

They say Satan is Your ancient foe, This they claim they for sure know, They say You both are at fierce war, Today, as since from long before, But that soon it all will finally end, When You’ll force Satan to fully bend, To admit defeat and be cast into Hell: It’s something like this that they tell, And relate in books that they wrote, To which they demand we ourselves devote.   For long I believed all of this was true, This tale they told about Satan and You, But now I under

From those books my mind turned, And their very sight I now spurned, Their burden being unable to bear, While on the shelf at me they stare, Shocked at this great change in me, Asking why from them I want to flee, And why no longer I am enthused, By their charm no longer amused, The reason for this that I can provide, For why my passion for them has died.   Oh! If this joy they come to know, Welling up within the mind’s hollow, From His words, in an inaudible voice, And the t

Please to us a good purpose give For on Earth to continue to live, A cause compelling, that one can’t deny, A passion to devote to that will satisfy, Leading us joyfully in the journey ahead, Till, when You will, we’re deemed dead, So that at the end of it, we can assert: “Well worth it was all the effort!”

For us Your children You do care, So, all our burdens You can bear, We can hand them all to You, For You to manage as You want to. You’re willing to do this for us, So, why should we raise a foolish fuss Insisting this task we ourselves do, When we can give it over to You, For You to handle just as You please, Thereby granting us from them release?