Father, the creator of my heart.
You microscopes and know my inside.
I do not worship thee because of money.
I do not because of my business' progress.
Not because I strive for a wife,
Not because I haven't a husband,
Not because I could live in peace,
Not because I learnt of Heaven,
Not because I heared of Hell.
Not because I want something!
But When I lock my self in my closet
And make my knee the floor,
And raise my hands in praise,
And tilt my head to heaven, only You
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