My Cathedral

Cathedral in the oaks

~Jim Reeves~
‘My Cathedral’

 

My cathedral has a ceiling of blue
My cathedral ‘neath the sky
Where I may lift up my eyes unto the hills
And hear music from a stream rippling by.

My cathedral has an alter of flowers
Their fragrant incense fills the air
In my cathedral I am closer to Him
Than I could be anywhere.

For here I pray
In a place so grand
The carpet I kneel on
Was made by His own hand.

My cathedral has candles lighted by the stars
And mighty pillars of trees
No other cathedral is so beautiful
For God made my cathedral for me…

 

stone

Genesis 20:25 
‘If you make an altar of stone for Me,
you shall not build it of cut stones,
for if you wield your tool on it, you will profane it.

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