The Place of God

I hear a whisper, though it’s odd,
That calls me to the place of God.
The settled Christian in his seat
Asking God to rub his feet.

I hear a whimper closer yet,
That makes my prodded heart to fret.
The humble Christian on his knees
Begging God to meet his needs.

I hear a cry that fills the place,
The zealous Christian on his face.
“Lord, let me to the nations tell;
You can save their souls from hell."