My Soul, Spirit’s Cathedral,
Lifeless until He Breathes,
Silent until He Sings,
Dry until He Teems.
So let thy Sanctum Bell Ring,
its sound Reverberate and Rise like the Tide,
then Spill forth as a Spring.
Let Praise Cascade from my lips,
until all that is within me Sings!
Now Gather this Living Water,
and Bear it back to thy King.
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