The first line of this poem does it for me...can you think of a more striking and thought-provoking title for God?
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White Captain of my soul, lead on;
I follow thee, come dark or dawn.
Only vouchsafe three things I crave:
Where terror stalks, help me be brave!
Where righteous ones can scarce endure
The siren call, help me be pure!
Where vows grown dim, and men dare do
What once they scorned, help me be true!
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