inspired by a prayer by Hans Denck inThe One Year Book of Personal Prayer, Mar. 12
O God, by what contorted turn of fate
That in this world your Name is high and great,
Impoverished world! Materialistic mind!
Creation sings your glory, but man is blind,
And though you loudly call, none can hear,
Nor can an earthling feel you, though you are near;
You give yourself to all, by none are you known,
Man flees, and turns, and runs, remains alone.
Give me voice, Almighty, and swifter feet,
That by the gospel might man his Maker meet.