For we don't know what beasts the night dreams
When its hours grow too long
For even God to be awake
If not now, when?
If not here, where?
Lift up your eyes
Look at the fields
For they are ready
To harvest
May we grow through all things for I have
Done nothing yet
More than that I count all things to be loss
If not now, when?
If not here, where?
If not now, when?
If not here, where?
If not now, then when?
If not now, then when?