Chris Rice Album: Run the Earth... Watch the Sky Track: My Cathedral
My Cathedral Lyrics
Chris Rice
"...Ah, why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd, and under roofs That our frail hands have raised? Let me, at least, Here, in the shadow of this aged wood, Offer one hymn--thrice happy, if it find Acceptance in His ear." A Forest Hymn, William Cullen Bryant
Sweetest days of childhood Playing in the deep woods Stomping through the creek and feeling oh so much alive Camping in the forest We'd join the cricket Chorus And hum our songs of gratitude around a crackling fire And 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 Felt the river wash me clean, and dried beneath the sun And to this day believing When wide awake, or dreaming I 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 psalms that fill the air Herald angels sang their prayer Out beneath Your darling constellations
So let me often wander In robin songs and thunder Surrounding me with stained-glass leaves that change with every breeze And out here in the stillness I'll find my house of worship With column trees and canopy of stars
Here in my cathedral copyright 2002 Clumsy Fly Music (ASCAP)
