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