How beautiful, how rich, how fair
The portals of Your temple are
To spend one day within your house
Surpa**es even thousands
There sparrow and the swallow nest
Around Your altar, finding rest
And me in robes I do not own
Find grace and affirmation
For there a fountain flows. poured on my thirsty soul
Just like the Autumn rain, falls on a desert place
You traced Your finger in the clay
And my accusers melt away
The words You speak when we're alone
My heart and will compelling
These loaves and fishes that we bring
Our simple childlike offering
From which a banquet You prepare
Within your courts rejoicing