My Cathedral

My cathedral has a ceiling of blue

My cathedral neath the sky

Where I may lift up my eyes unto the hills

And hear music from a stream rippling by.


My cathedral has an alter of flowers

Their fragrant incense fills the air

In my cathedral I am closer to him

Than I could be anywhere.


For here I pray

In a place so grand

The carpet I kneel on

Was made by his own hand.


My cathedral has candles lighted by the stars

And mighty pillars of trees

No other cathedral is so beautiful

For God made my cathedral for me…

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