5. Thou Art the Best Bomb-Shelter
When clouds of devastating war drop rain of fire and death, I will not forget that Thou, O God, art my best Bomb-Shelter. In life and death, in disease, famine, pestilence and poverty, I cling to Thee, who alone can show me that in all dualities of life’s experiences I can remain unharmed. Thou wilt ever protect me, making me realize I am immortal, untouched by the changing conditions of childhood, youth, age, and of world upheavals.