My Cathedral

My Cathedral - Chris Rice

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

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

So 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