My cathedral has a ceiling of blue My cathedral neath the sky Where I may lift up my eyes unto the hills And hear music from a stream rippling by. My cathedral has an alter of flowers Their fragrant incense fills the air In my cathedral I am closer to him Than I could be anywhere. For here I pray In a place so grand The carpet I kneel on Was made by his own hand. My cathedral has candles lighted by the stars And mighty pillars of trees No other cathedral is so beautiful For God made my cathedral for me...