Country Cathedral

Together that day, you and I

Country cathedral, holy high

Country cathedral Sunday morning

Spell came on us quick without warning

Needed no chalice, psalter or altar

Craved no wine or holy water

Snow on fire, squinty bright

Icicle spires, eavestrough height

Shimmering view field after field

Snowbank pew, heaven revealed

Silence, no sound, we walked a mile

Together we found God country style

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