No more temples made of stone.
Only let me be alone,
That I may find the Light within,
God’s love enfleshed in my own skin.
No crucifix or tabernacle,
No doctrine serving as a shackle,
But only silent stillness sweet
Wherein I and the Sacred meet.
No more temples made of stone.
Only let me be alone,
That I may find the Light within,
God’s love enfleshed in my own skin.
No crucifix or tabernacle,
No doctrine serving as a shackle,
But only silent stillness sweet
Wherein I and the Sacred meet.
