The church that I love best is small,
It is no grand pretentious hall
set round with works of holy art
It is the chamber of my heart.
Where else but in this secret place
May I catch glimpses of Truth's face,
And even catch, however dim,
A sense of being one with Him?
I have no church until I find
Holiness in my own mind;
Once found, wherever I may be,
Becomes the house
of God for me.
James Dillet Freeman
