From the depth of slumber, I ascend the spiral stairway of wakefulness; I whisper: God, God, God!

Thou art the food and when I break my fast of nightly separation from Thee, I taste thee and mentally say: God, God, God!

No matter where I go, the spotlight of my mind ever keeps turning on Thee; And in the battle dim of activity my silent war cry is ever: God, God, God!

When boisterous storms of trials shriek and worries howl at me, I drown their noises, loudly chanting: God, God, God!

When my mind weaves dreams with treads of memories, then on that magic cloth I do emboss: God, God, God!

Ever night, in time of deepest sleep, my peace dreams and calls: Joy! Joy! Joy!; And my Joy comes singing evermore: God, God, God!

In waking, eating, working, dreaming, sleeping, serving, meditating, chanting, divinely loving; My soul constantly hums, unheard by any: God, God, God!

Paramahansa Yogananda