O God my God,
tune my heart
to follow You
like the day follows
the long peace of night,
like the sun follows
its course across the sky,
like the cloud follows
the inspiration of the wind,
like the maple follows
winter’s invitation to hibernate,
like the warbler follows
its instincts to migrate.
O God my only God,
so tune my heart.

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