I look upon these stained-glass windows
Hearing the words that've been echoing inside my head
As I walk down the aisle

Curtains flow down in a lovely indigo
Hearing the sounds of this church as if raised from the dead
As I walk and I smile

Barren sanctuary with cathedral ceilings
Fermenting in the silence of empty wooden seats
As I dwell in it all

Stone upon wood warms me with a feeling
I can hear the tile as it meets affectionately with my feet
As they rise and they fall

Call me again, Father, to the alter
Let me not stray as I whisper the Lord my plea
As I fall in the midst

Let me be as the Rock of Gibraltar
Under this roof, let me stand firm on my knees
A lighthouse in the mist