
Photo by Marta Dzedyshko
Like the vaults of God’s Holy temple
the blue spruce branches arch over me
Each heavily draped with new fallen snow
I kneel down in grateful prayer under the Cathedral Tree
I have never been one to love easily and trust
but You Oh God have loved me with perfect love
I was heavily draped in sin and you washed me white as snow
I kneel down in humility under the Cathedral Tree
So beautiful.
Oh my goodness Lesley thank you so much.
You’re welcome!
I often think that walking through the forest is like being in God’s cathedral. ☺