From the depths of slumber,
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As I ascend the spiral stairways of wakefulness,
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I will whisper:
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God! God! God!
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Thou art the food, and when I break my fast
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Of nightly separation from Thee,
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I will taste Thee, and mentally say:
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God! God! God!
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No matter where I go, the spotlight of my mind
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Will ever keep turning on Thee;
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And in the battle din of activity, my silent war-cry will be:
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God! God! God!
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When boisterous storms of trials shriek,
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And when worries howl at me,
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I will drown their noises, loudly chanting:
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God! God! God!
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When my mind weaves dreams
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With threads of memories,
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Then on that magic cloth will I emboss:
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God! God! God!
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Every night, in time of deepest sleep,
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My peace dreams and calls, Joy! Joy! Joy!
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And my joy comes singing evermore:
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God! God! God!
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In waking, eating, working, dreaming, sleeping,
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Serving, meditating, chanting, divinely loving,
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My soul will constantly hum, unheard by any:
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God! God! God!
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God, God, God
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| Nina Simone |
