Leave me alone with God
as much as may be.
As the tide draws the waters
close in upon the shore,
Make me an island, set apart,
Alone with you, God, holy to you.
Then with the turning of the tide
Prepare me to carry your presence
To the busy world beyond,
The world that rushes in on me.
Till the waters come again
and fold me back to you.
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