The True Spiritual Worship

God lives alone in quiet thoughts,
And not in empty fears;
The idle rave and noise aloud —
GOD never interferes.

The Prophet heard the noisy storm —
The quiet ne'er despair —
The Prophet heard the thunder loud,
But GOD was never there.

The Prophet heard the still, small voice,
The way but seldom trod;
The Prophet lifted up his eyes,
And knew the voice of GOD!

Men lay the rage of men to GOD;
He hears the feeble call;
GOD heeds; HIS is the kindest love,
To be the friend of all!
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