Ah, don't let my prayer seem too little to You, God. You sit up there, so white and old, with all the angels about You. And I come to You wi
| Ah, don't let my prayer seem too little to You, God. You sit up there,
so white and old, with all the angels about You. And I come to You
with a prayer about a telephone call. Ah, don't laugh, God. You see,
You don't know how it feels.. Nothing can touch You; no one can twist
Your heart in his hands. This is suffering, God, this is bad, bad
suffering. Won't You help me? For Your Son's sake, help me. You said
You would do whatever was asked of You in His name. Oh, God, in the
name of Thine only beloved Son, Jesus Christ, our Lord, let him
telephone me now.
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