WORSHIP

Wherefore dost thou seek His arms;
In skies and clouds and blue?
Beholdest thou His tacit charms,
In dust and rocks and dew.

Those arduous men in sweat and dirt,
With spades they delve thy earth.
His aura bides in each starving heart,
In divine bliss and mirth.

If seek'st thou His holy presence;
Servest thou His men.
For; Lord is hither in e'ery essence,
And in e'ery hapless den.

Lord is hither in blood and sweat,
And toiling arms and feet.
Lord is hither to mend...