I walk slowly, the bright light streaming around me
The leaves underfoot like a bright carpet
The sun through the brightly colored leaves overhead
Like light through stained glass.
I am in the presence of God.
My heart is for Him.
I yearn toward Him.
God is here with me.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
He is with me.
He is not the building,
but rather in the cathedral of my heart.