Poem
That when God reverently worships,
Because the cult in fervent spirit
Unite the great Creator with the creature.
What a privilege! What luck!
Find in God as in copious source,
The good you are looking for with burning zeal
The man in this valley of bitterness.
The cult is the aroma released
From the flowers of love, faith and hope,
That in the human spirit they were born.
And blessing after blessing reaches
who lends to God with a surrendered heart
tribute of obedience and praise.