"White Oak Cathedral" lyrics
"White Oak Cathedral"
You can barely hear the wind blowin'
The last few leaves still hangin' on
The moon's out there in the East
And the sun's just crackin' dawn
A prayer whispered without a word
An autumn choir sings
It brings me back to who I am
When I'm not being me
Sunday morning in my white oak cathedral
How much closer can I really get to God
The birds my bells, the forest smells
The trees, a thousand steeples
Sunday morning in my white oak cathedral
There's not a preacher preachin' lessons
On life and love and sin
But the things I learn in silence
From the alter of the wind
Reveal a deeper meaning
Uncover truth within my soul
Feed a hunger fill a thirst
Give me the presence to let go
Sunday morning in my white oak cathedral
How much closer can I really get to God
The birds my bells, the forest smells
The trees, a thousand steeples
Sunday morning in my white oak cathedral
In a deer stand in ridge in Missouri
I see just a little of the light
Sunday morning in my white oak cathedral
How much closer can I really get to God
The birds my bells, the forest smells
The trees, a thousand steeples
Sunday morning in my white oak cathedral
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