Your God is listening
As His grateful friends adore
Tread softly to His presence
And gently close the door.
A noise may change the current
Of another’s train of thought
And steal from God the glory
Deep thinking would have brought.
At Holy Mass you’re kneeling
On Calvary’s lonely hill
A God is dying for your sins
For His sweet sake KEEP STILL.
From the Chapel of St. Joseph’s Hospice
Hackney, London
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