My Cathedral

Sweetest days of childhood,
 Playing in the deep woods,
 Stomping through the creek
 and feeling oh-so-much alive.
 We're camping in the forest,
 We join the cricket chorus,
 Hum our songs of gratitude
 around a crackling fire.
 Out here in the stillness,
 I found my house of worship
 with column trees and canopy of stars,
 Here in my cathedral.
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 It was beneath the blue skies,
 I ran down to be baptized,
 I felt the river wash me clean
 and dried beneath the sun.
 To this day believing
 I'm wide awake or dreaming,
 Scan the ancient sky
 and understand where I belong.
 Cause out here in the stillness,
 I find my house of worship
 with column trees and canopy of stars,
 Here in my cathedral.
 This is where I find my soul,
 Out where holy men of old
 first knelt in soil
 and thanked You for the rain.
 Wrote the songs that filled the air,
 Harold angels sang their prayer,
 out beneath
 your darling constellations.
 Let me off and wander,
 Robin song and thunder,
 Surrounding me with stained glass leaves
 that change with every breeze.
 Out here in the stillness,
 I find my house of worship
 with column trees and canopy of stars,
 Here in my cathedral.