A man stood in the great hushed nave

Of a mighty church and roundabout

Streamed gently colored light, diffused

Through marvelous

windows, ad the sound

Of a organ pealing, and the choir, broke out,

And over all was quiet beauty, but the man

Was troubled, saying, "Is this God?

Can all this noble place, it's song

And chants, be God? I cannot think

That this were so. "He pondered long,

And rising slow at last, resolved

To go that day in search of God,

To seek Him where he might be found.

And so traveled far and wide, and every where

He went - in market place, in halls of state,

O'er wasted lands, and sea and town,

In countries far, and kingdoms strange

To ask if anyone could answer

To his quest. And men would say,

Wherefore the, and who art thou

To come with questions thus? Do you not know

The church, or our great king?"

And he would answer sad and say,

A seeker after God am I

But He is not in church, nor anywhere

That may point, or lay my hands on any thing

And say 'Just here, or here, is God.'"

The search grew long and months grew into years

And year succeeded year in host

Before the man, world-weary in his quest,

returned, and trod once more the streets

Of home, and wiser then than most,

Prepared to settle down, and stay

His days in peace till he should die,

Thinking perhaps that death would be

The answer to his quest. And then

He chanced to stand one day

Within the mighty church whose nave

Had heard his murmurs years before

And round him surged the waves

Of glorious organ sound, that seemed to send

Their rolling echoes everywhere and then

Upward on the shaft of life that streamed

Through channel window, rose a song,

Limpid and trembling-sweet and pure,

And hearing the words, "In all the world

And in all the heaven, and between,

Know ye that God is only love, and love

Is in the heart," The humbled man

Sank to his knees, and bowed his head

And knew at last, that God

May not be found, but only in the heart.