
The Church of the Holy Ghost, Chilworth
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To this Holy place I come,
Knee bended to His light.
Before the cross, my prayer begun,
His body nailed up in the height.
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My stomach churns, my tears do well
At the thought of this misdeed,
The God of all descends to hell
For my faults and sins and greed.
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The Lord suspended, cross most high,
Is bestowed with kingly crown,
Now He reigns in heaven and sky
Enclothed with priestly gown.
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My eyes do fall to icon there,
Pantocrator, waxed and gold,
His face shines out on me with care,
Hand beckoning me behold.
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The kindly God with halo bright,
His face is of a friend,
With a gaze to set all things right
Asking "Whom shall I send?"
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These words of Scripture in my ears,
They set Isaiah free,
Come to me transcending years,
I reply "Here send me."
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I feel that call so strong again,
The words come loud and clear,
To help Him heal a world of pain,
To help bring His kingdom near.
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I offer up my gift of praise
In words our Master taught.
Eyes again up to the cross I raise,
Through faith my sins are nought.
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Almighty God was truly here
In this house of prayer today,
This sanctuary I hold most dear
To return again one day, I pray.
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This is a poem I wrote for Epiphany a few years ago after a very moving and significant visit to the beautiful church at
Chilworth Friary in Surrey. I just thought I'd share it with you as we approach our celebration of Christ our King.