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
Sunday morning in my white oak cathedral
Writer/s: Jason Lee Owens Jr.
