I’ve felt God in your high arched ceilings.
I’ve felt Him from your wooden pews.
I’ve heard Him in the penitent’s feelings.
But I’ve felt Him in the darkened club too.
I’ve heard Him in the lyrics of my favorite rock song.
I’ve seen Him in a painting.
I’ve hear Him whisper when I’m doing something wrong
But not always when the nuns would be fainting.
I’ve known God in a movie theater.
I’ve seen Him on the silver screen.
I’ve heard Him in a poet’s meter.
I’ve known, I’ve heard, I’ve seen.
You say that I can only see him where you’ve inscribed his name.
You say He is held in the hands of a priest.
You say that I can not hear him in church or a party just the same.
I say you see him, compared to everyone? The least.
Because he is in each heart felt word.
He is in the laugh of a child.
He is in the beauties of the world.
He is not only in the meek and mild.
He is through out this world.
In every little speck
He is in every whispered word
He is in every respect
He is alpha and omega
The beginning and the end.
He is not just in your church yard.
He has no end.
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