Poem by Christopher Morley

The Church of Unbent Knees

As I went by the church to-day
    I heard the organ cry;
And goodly folk were on their knees,
    But I went striding by.

My minster hath a roof more vast:
    My aisles are oak trees high;
My altar-cloth is on the hills,
    My organ is the sky.

I see my rood upon the clouds,
    The winds, my chanted choir;
My crystal windows, heaven-glazed,
    Are stained with sunset fire.

The stars, the thunder, and the rain,
    White sands and purple seas—
These are His pulpit and His pew,
    My God of Unbent Knees! 

1. The 5:42
2. Reading Aloud
3. The Furnace
4. My Wife
5. Washing the Dishes

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