BAPA... BAPA... BAPA!

BAPA... BAPA... BAPA! 

from the depth of slumber, 

As I ascend the spiral stairway of wakefulness, 

I whisper

BAPA... BAPA... BAPA! 

YOU are my food and when I break my fast

Of nightly separation from YOU

I taste YOU BAPA... and mentally say

BAPA... BAPA... BAPA! 

No matter where I go, the spotlight of my mind

Ever keeps turning on YOU BAPA... 

And in the battle dim of activity my silent war cry

Is ever; 

BAPA... BAPA... BAPA! 

When boisterous storms of trials shriek

and worries howl at me, 

I drown their noises, loudly chanting

BAPA... BAPA... BAPA! 

When my mind weaves dreams

With threads of memories, 

Then on that magic cloth I do emboss; 

BAPA... BAPA... BAPA! 

Ever night, in time of deepest sleep, 

My peace dreams and calls; Joy! Joy! Joy! 

and my Joy comes singing evermore; 

BAPA... BAPA... BAPA! 

In waking, eating, working, dreaming, sleeping, 

Serving, meditating, chanting, divinely loving, 

My soul constantly hums, unheard by any; 

BAPA... BAPA... BAPA!