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Lip Service
LIP SERVICE
The church is almost empty
Lit with candles
Under deserted alters
No hymns or music
Nor any distortions
Perfect silence
Is the hour - God lends his ears
For my prayers, smiles and feelings
Shown in perfect stillness
You need not sing,
Shout, weep, clap or cry
To take your prayers
to the soaring heights
Your deeds are being watched
Minute after minute,
- as who never sins
can even need not pray
God is one, and
He sits too high
He may not be knowing
YOU and ME
Conscience is His
Ambassador, stationed in me
Dispatching reports
To HIM, daily of me.
Louis Santhana
poem
by
Santhana Louis
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