Though God lives in a holy place,
yet he is in the lowly space.
Not with good who sees no need,
nor with bad who refuse to heed.
But those who hate their evil ways,
with them his spirit forever stays.
His silence not the resounding nod;
patience is the way ‘our God.
Perfection not the gem he seeks;
it’s the lowly soul with whom he speaks.
The lowly soul with contrite heart,
to him his grace he does impart.