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