Here you will find the Poem The Church of Unbent Knees of poet Christopher Morley
AS I went by the church to-day I heard the organ cry; And goodly folk were on their knees, But I went striding by. My minister hath a roof more vast: My aisles are oak-trees high; My altar-cloth is on the hills, My organ is the sky. I see my rood upon the clouds, The winds, my chanted choir; My crystal windows, heaven-glazed, Are stained with sunset fire. The stars, the thunder, and the rain, White sands and purple seas- These are His pulpit and His pew, My God of Unbent Knees!
