I thank you, Lord, our Father in the sky,
That Mind we’ve chosen to personify,
Who brought all earthly creatures into being,
But whom we have no faculty for seeing.
Despite that misery and death abound,
Our cosmic consciousness can grow profound,
And at our best we happily may transcend
The fear of our anticipated end
By reckoning that mind shall never die
But is the Source on which we all rely,
Mysterious, but apprehensible,
The That of which the universe is full,
The omnipresent ground on which we stand
That some unfathomable force has planned.