The love of God is like a churning cloud of light,
Where with every turning,
There is a new bliss.
How is it that I know you God?
When I verged onto adulthood, I asked this question quite frankly,
And I had to conclude that I did not know you at all, only that I had a tendency to pray to you,
And in this habit, I must trust you exist.
But at that time, I had not tasted your love.
The love of God ever changes,
Each development bringing,
Fresh joys.
Then came that peculiar time in my life when I began to feel strange and wonderful feelings.
When the evening hours came I would ascend and descend into strange inner depths.
And at bedtime I would feel your love,
Such that I was once moved to confess that I know you, God, not by knowing, but by your loving.
The love of God perpetually evolves,
Each manifestation revealing,
New savors.
I love you god I hate you God I love you God I hate you God,
This onion heart of mine,
Layered so!
When I am cut by suffering,
Are you brought to tear?
The love of God forever revolves,
Each revolution delivering,
New happiness.
I have risen and I have fallen many times, O God.
Here am I rising again,
So hear me, God.
Be attentive to my words,
My voice,
My song,
For I sing my love to you.
The love of God is like a churning cloud of light,
Where with every turning,
There is a new bliss--
Which is why the angels can cry "Holy, Holy, Holy,"
For all eternity,
Without ever diminishing...
Where with every turning,
There is a new bliss.
How is it that I know you God?
When I verged onto adulthood, I asked this question quite frankly,
And I had to conclude that I did not know you at all, only that I had a tendency to pray to you,
And in this habit, I must trust you exist.
But at that time, I had not tasted your love.
The love of God ever changes,
Each development bringing,
Fresh joys.
Then came that peculiar time in my life when I began to feel strange and wonderful feelings.
When the evening hours came I would ascend and descend into strange inner depths.
And at bedtime I would feel your love,
Such that I was once moved to confess that I know you, God, not by knowing, but by your loving.
The love of God perpetually evolves,
Each manifestation revealing,
New savors.
I love you god I hate you God I love you God I hate you God,
This onion heart of mine,
Layered so!
When I am cut by suffering,
Are you brought to tear?
The love of God forever revolves,
Each revolution delivering,
New happiness.
I have risen and I have fallen many times, O God.
Here am I rising again,
So hear me, God.
Be attentive to my words,
My voice,
My song,
For I sing my love to you.
The love of God is like a churning cloud of light,
Where with every turning,
There is a new bliss--
Which is why the angels can cry "Holy, Holy, Holy,"
For all eternity,
Without ever diminishing...
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