Save me, O God,
From ever finding you.
From ever finding you.
For you are the finding God.
Never the found one.
Never the found one.
For what is found is only prideful illusion.
What I find of you is what I pretend to find.
What I find of you is what I pretend to find.
So, let me be content.
To never finding you.
To never finding you.
For it is you, dear God.
Who finds me!
Who finds me!
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