Worship Is A Thirsty Land Crying For Rain

For worship is a thirsty land crying for rain;
It is a candle in the act of being kindled.
It is a voice in the night calling for help.
It is a soul standing in awe before the mystery of the universe,
It is a time flowing into eternity . . . . . .
. . . . . a man climbing the alter stairs to God.
– Author Unknown
Spirit Level by Ann Bird, Methodist Publishing p17