How beautiful
How rich and fair
The portals of, Your temple are to spend one day
Within Your courts
Surpasses, even, thousands
For there sparrow and
The swallow nest
Around Your altar
Are finding rest and me, in robes
I do not own
Find grace and affirmation
~Chorus~
For there a fountain flows
Poured on my thirsty, soul
Just like the autumn rain
Falls on a desert, place
You traced Your finger
In this clay
And my accusers, melt away
The words You speak
When we’re alone
My heart and will, compelling
These loaves and fishes
That we bring
Our simple childlike offering
From which a banquet, You prepare
Within Your courts, rejoicing
~Chorus~
~Chorus~
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