Sweetest days of childhood,
Stomping through the creek
Playing in the deep woods,
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 felt the river wash me clean
I ran down to be baptized,
And dried beneath the sun.
I'm wide awake or dreaming,
To this day believing
Scan the ancient sky
And understand where I belong.
I find my house of worship
Cause out here in the stillness,
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
Wrote the songs that filled the air,
And thanked You for the rain.
Out beneath
Harold angels sang their prayer,
Your darling constellations.
Robin song and thunder,
Surrounding me with stained glass leaves
Let me off and wander,
That change with every breeze.
Out here in the stillness,
With column trees and canopy of stars,
I find my house of worship
Here in my cathedral.