Some cathedrals aren’t made of stone
With all the frill and frock,And choirs singing anthems of
The same old standard stock.
There are cathedrals formed of light
That dapple a blue sky
And drape across the tallest boughs,
With spires reaching high.
Not all the choirs and the hymns
Are born in hearts of men,
For many flourish in the songs
Of robin, hawk and wren.
So worship God within the church
And in creation, too,
For one was built by man for God
And one by God for you!
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