Remember this one?

Musically OK—as always.  Classical SQ. Lyrics-wise, well worth a second glance.

Pure Saint John of the Cross.

It goes like this:

I felt in need of some loving
So I sat down on a wall
I tried to find a reason for living
But I couldn’t find a reason at all
So I owned up to my maker
And I started to say a prayer
I waited for an answer
But there wasn’t anybody there

I thought there should have been someone
But I wasn’t quite sure who
It finished me to find there was no-one
That I could take my troubles to
So I knelt down by my bedside
And I started to say a prayer
It was when I asked for nothing
I could feel that there was somebody there

I’m looking still, but it’s easy
‘cos I know which way to go
It doesn’t matter how long it takes me
‘cos there’s someone there to help me who knows
All the things that I am after
All the loving that I want to share
It’s so hard but I don’t mind
‘cos there really is somebody there

Saint John of the Cross said:

“To reach satisfaction in everything, desire to find it in nothing . . . to come to possess everything, desire the possession of nothing . . . in this nakedness the spirit finds its rest. For when it craves nothing, nothing weighs it down, because it is in the centre of its humility.”

It’s true.

Keep asking God, “Give me this. Give me that. Make my life a continuous barrel of fun. Yake away all my problems.” Nobody home.

It wasn’t God you were looking for, it was Father Christmas.

To address God, say, “God I want nothing. Nothing but you.”

That prayer will be answered. You will find him.

You will never be the same again.