Look, God, I have never spoken to You.

But now -- I want to say, "how do you do."

You see, God, they told me You didn't exist.

And like a fool -- I believed all of this.

 

Last night from a shell-hole I saw Your sky --

I figured right then, they had told me a lie.

Had I taken time to see the things You made,

I'd known they weren't calling a spade a spade.

 

I wonder, God, if You'd shake my hand.

Somehow -- I feel that You will understand.

Funny, -- I had to come to this hellish place,

Before I had the time to see Your Face.

 

Well, I guess there isn't much more to say.

But I'm sure glad, God, I met You today.

I guess the "zero hour" will soon be here.

But I'm not afraid since I know You're near.

 

The signal! -- Well, God, -- I'll have to go.

I like You lots. -- This I want You to know.

Look, now -- this will be a horrible fight.

Who knows -- I may come to Your house tonight.

 

Though I wasn't friendly with You before

I wonder, God -- if You'd wait at Your Door.

Look -- I'm crying! Me! -- Shedding tears!

I wish I'd known You these many years.

 

Well, I will have to go now, God -- goodbye.

Strange -- since I met You -- I'm not afraid to die.