I hear your breathe so far from here
I feel your touch so close
and real
And I know my church is not of silver
and gold
Its glory lies beyond judgment of souls [bad word] 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 [bad word] The sacrament is you

I hear your weep so far from here
I taste your tears like you're
next to me
And I know my weak prayers are
not enough to heal
All the ancient wounds so deep and
so dear
The revelation is of hatred and fear