Alone

CWK

I have at times opened my eyes
in the midst of a vast assembly hall

and wondered to find myself

on earth and among mere mortals.

I have at times knelt speechless

knowing Him to be near: nearer

than my breath.

I never felt more alone with God

than when, on a great stage,

encircled by thousands,

I preached.

I often felt God to be closest

when, in a secret closet,

with desperate silence,

I prayed.

O, in the great tabernacle

when the roof is drawn away

and the faces fade --

there, I preach for the pleasure

of the divine smile.

Then to my closet I retreat to entreat:

my face against the hardwood:

my tears soaking his feet:

waiting, bowing, resting, loved

before His face.