Prayers rising from our Arizona desert, praising God in all
His glory, people silently listening attentively, totally
engrossed in the beauty of musical rhythms.
A voice sounding out words of God to all within this church,
life being filled with the purpose of prayer and rejoicing,
throughout this atmosphere.
Tacitly uniting in a holy congregation, everyone being fill-
ed with a spirituality running through minds of quiet intel-
ect of all who are present.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem