From this holy place I shall depart.

I went into the Jesuit Church each day
But I was not there to praise nor there to pray
I hate you,God,I said inside my heart
From this holy place I shall depart.

But God was not made angry by my rage
He stayed quite silent, almost unengaged
So I went there more often and declared
That for his lack of help, he was despised

Then I went to other churches too
Repeating my performance in a few
Unsatisfied and broken by despair
As a pray-er I was  of love bare.

But God reveals his love in other forms
He whispers  while the world is lashed by storms