To be as one with God, I walked alone,
And sought His presence in a holy place
Of columned nave and transept; carven stone,
And gilded alter bedecked with whitest lace;
In choral song and hymn, I sought His grace.

To be as one with God, I wandered yet
To legendary holy lands of earth;
Golgotha, Jerusalem, Gennesaret
And Bethlehem; His death, His life, His birth,
I sought in shrine and monument, deep-set.

To be as one with God, but home again,
Weary with wandering, tired and in despair,
Mindful only of the bodyís pain,
I knelt in sudden faith, and, with a prayer
Of deep humility, found He was waiting there.

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