God! God! God!

God! God! God!

From the depth of slumber,

As I ascend the spiral stairway of wakefulness,

I whisper

God, God, God!

Thou art the food and when I break my fast

Of nightly separation from Thee

I taste thee and mentally say

God, God, God!

No matter where I go, the spotlight of my mind

Ever keeps turning on Thee;

And in the battle din of activity my silent war cry

Is ever;

God, God, God!

When boisterous storms of trials shriek

And worries howl at me,

I drown their noises, loudly chanting

God, God, God!

When my mind weaves dreams

With threads of memories,

Then on that magic cloth I do emboss;

God, God, God!

Ever night, in time of deepest sleep,

My peace dreams and calls; Joy! Joy! Joy!

And my Joy comes singing evermore;

God, God, God!

In waking, eating, working, dreaming, sleeping,

Serving, meditating, chanting, divinely loving,

My soul constantly hums, unheard by any;

God, God, God!

- Paramahansa Yogananda