On Sundays, I won't walk those aisles,
I find my peace in nature's smiles,
The wind, the trees, the open skies,
They hold the truth, no need for lies.
The temple's here, in every breath,
In the sunlight's warm caress,
With friends beside, and earth below,
That's where my spirit's meant to grow.
I've heard the hymns, the silent prayer,
But in the wild, I find more care,
The river sings, the birds rejoice,
In every leaf, I hear a voice.
The temple's here, in every breath,
In the sunlight's warm caress,
With friends beside, and earth below,
That's where my spirit's meant to grow.
The world's my church, the sky my dome,
In every step, I feel at home,
Each moment's sacred, each breath a hymn,
In life itself, I find my kin.
The temple's here, in every breath,
In the sunlight's warm caress,
With friends beside, and earth below,
That's where my spirit's meant to grow.