AS I went by the church to-day <br />I heard the organ cry; <br />And goodly folk were on their knees, <br />But I went striding by. <br /> <br />My minister hath a roof more vast: <br />My aisles are oak-trees high; <br />My altar-cloth is on the hills, <br />My organ is the sky. <br /> <br />I see my rood upon the clouds, <br />The winds, my chanted choir; <br />My crystal windows, heaven-glazed, <br />Are stained with sunset fire. <br /> <br />The stars, the thunder, and the rain, <br />White sands and purple seas- <br />These are His pulpit and His pew, <br />My God of Unbent Knees!<br /><br />Christopher Morley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-church-of-unbent-knees/
