The Sacrament



I hear you breathe so far from here

I feel your touch so close and real

And I know my church is not of silver and gold

It's glory lies beyound the judgment of soul

The commandments are of consolation and warmth



You know our sacred dream won't fail

The sanctuary tender and so frail

The sacrament of love

The sacrament of warmth is truth

The sacrament is you



I hear you weep so far from here

I taste your tears like you close to me

And I know my weak prays are not enough to heal

Or the ancient wounds are so deep and so dear

The revelation is of hatred and fear



You know our sacred dream won't fail

The sanctuary tender and so frail

The sacrament of love

The sacrament of warmth is truth

The sacrament is you