God, you...

God, you

are true

and I

would lie.

Unless

you bless

me I

will die.

You speak

to pique

int’rest,

bring rest,

which are

not far

to reach

from each,

if en-

tered when

we hear

you near,

and lis-

ten, kiss

your lips.

Take sips,

from cups

with ups

and downs,

as clowns.