I do not need a church to pray,
No bricks and mortar, tiles of clay,
No altar table, cloth of white,
No golden chalice, candlelight,
Carpeted aisle with carved pews flanked
Don't make may prayers more sacosanct.
For God is with me every day in every place - in every way,
Through relaxation and through chore He is before me evermore.
The whole world is the Church of God,
From tallest tree to greenest sod,
The trees and mountains form the walls,
The flowers and green grass deck the halls,
White clouds on high the altar set,
Sun's rays, feeding life, the chalice;
Yet no candles - but when falls the night,
Profusion of stars to lend their light.
~ Joan Miller ~
(Australia)
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