Lyrics Cathedrals - John Lucas

Cathedrals

I have the dust on my boots of a thousand cathedrals
And I have taken my place with bended knees
And I have raised my voice with a multitude of angels
Whose nests are treasured by Your trees
Oh, the music of Your fingers
Oh, the heartbeat of Your lands
Oh, the places where You linger
Oh, the beauty of Your hands
And I have lit my candle in the folds of Your forests
A spark of light amongst the fires of the night
And I have risen with the dawn and the thurible of gladness
Amongst the mist and the dew of Your delight
Oh, the music of Your fingers
Oh, the heartbeat of Your lands
Oh, the places where You linger
Oh, the beauty of Your hands
You are the one who makes my paths straight
You are the one who leads me to the waters
And as I’ve cupped my hands
I know, I know, I’ve seen Your face
For You’ve touched my eyes with waterfalls
You’ve touched my eyes with earth
You’ve led me home with moonlight
And You’ve whispered what I’m worth