O Father, when I hover on the borderland between sleep and wakefulness, Thou dost come and play with me, Thy little child. I oat on the ocean of Thy love. I dance with the boisterous billows of emotion. I play at hide and seek with Thee, as Thou dost with me. Thy greatness lifts me, this least of all Thy servitors, to sit with Thee on Thy throne.


116. Prayer-Demand for Devotion