Such a morn,
God,
When You like a Bless shine,
Like a worship strung, of beads,
What am i to do?
Barring becoming a soul of a seed?
Such a cool
God,
When like soft drum beats,
You tap on me,
What am i to do?
Barring following Your flute?
Such a shadowy path
God,
Whence You spread up,
Like a cover,
What am i to do?
Barring from all works laid off?
Such a festive calm,
God,
Whence You all over the sky paint,
Like an autumn,
What am i to do?
Barring Following You?
Such a lovely green,
God,
Whence You on soft wavy grass
By Your kindness bring,
What am i to do?
Barring for You sing?
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