A white cathedral atop a hillcrest
sits in majestic elegance,
its grandeur, stark and sleek,
the zenith of worship man dares to reach.
From below the hillís slope,
grass is dying with summer heat,
And I, parched to my very soul
enters His house begging for His grace.
How refreshing to cross a threshold
into a place of silence and peace,
life's ordinary rituals left behind,
be immersed in His awesome presence.