That good may grow in me
Deliver me from the evil one
I thirst for my daily bread
But doubt my debt
To the I of the world
Will ever get repaid
I cling to the four directions
To what's above and below
To what's in front and behind
My heart is either bowing
Or dancing I can't tell which
Or where I am sometimes
In the calendar of my lives
Inside and all around you
Your kingdom come
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