I hear you breath

I hear you breath 
So far from here
I feel your touch so close and real
And I know
My church is not of silver and gold,
It's glory lies beyond judgement of souls
The commandments are 
Of consolation and warmth

You know our sacred dream won't fail
The sanctuary tender 
And so frail
The sacrament of love
The sacrament of warmth is true
The sacrament is you

I hear you weep so far from me
I taste your tears 
Like you're next to me
And I know my weak prayers 
Are not enough to heal
All the ancient wounds so deep and so dear
The revelation is of hatred and fear