The room has stopped spinning We again have our breath And the silence Of a cathedral Humbling, resounding Fills our souls We weep, soundless we weep Crumbling in sweet glory Glory you made in us For You And the silence Of this cathedral Humbling, calling Fills our souls For a moment mystics Just as mystics should be Silenced in your raiment Wrapped in your gift Perfect As our tears Slip down together To join Into one Our joy Our passion Thank you