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There's a place I go
When I do not have the answers
I look into the embers and listen for a while
Well it's holy and wild
and it's slipping through my hands
Like the river runs over sands
like your grandparents die
There's no stone no mortar
no rafters roof or shingles
but the branches reach forever like a holy spire
No stained glass windows
Just the sunlight through the leaves
And the birds begin to sing
Like a holy choir
It's an old sanctuary
of oak, ash and cherry
No radio worship
No offering plate
Just me and my religion
And an old guitar picking
If your thirsty,
settle down and have a drink
Down the hill by the creek
Where the moss meets the leaves
My hymnal is the breeze
And nobody's keeping time
No church pews to hide in
No priest to confide in
Just a little moonlight and
We'll all be fine
It's an old sanctuary
of oak, ash and cherry
No radio worship
No offering plate
Just me and my religion
And an old guitar picking
If your thirsty,
settle down and have a drink"