Sanctuary

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

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
If your thirsty
Settle down and have a drink