As I gaze
At the golden mosaics
My eyes
Sweep high across
The ceiling
I feel small
I watch the grains stretch out
The ancient stones resound
In a hymn to how
We are present now
Oh it is good
In the darkened quiet
Your Presence all
That Surrounds us now
As I phrase
With slowness in haste
And I stand
In front
Of Your gaze
Oh I feel small
I watch the grains stretch out
The ancient stones resound
In a hymn to how
We are present now
Oh, it is good
In the darkened quiet
Your Presence all
That Surrounds us now
You said to me
Within a quiet smile
Oh how I love feeling small now