My Cathedral

There’s a cathedral in my heart

Where I can go to pray
Within the stillness of His peace,
A place to hide away.
 
I won’t find choirs echoing,
Though singing fills the air,
For all creation sings to me
When I am sheltered there.

I don’t hear sermons preached in there,

I simply hear His voice
Reminding me that sin and grace
Both still remain my choice.

I love to linger there in praise,

Within that secret hall,
Where I can always talk to Him
Who answers when I call.