In my search for church
I heard the voice of God,
Whispering in the pines.
It took a while, I drove a mile
The hills were steep with sharp inclines.
I did not know it would be so
But then I found the chapel spire
Sun setting it afire
Whispered word from God I heard
The altar there, stark and bare
A rail to kneel, a place to feel
United with the universe.