Church Not Made With Hands Lyrics

Church Not Made With Hands

bye bye shadowlands the term is over and all the holidays have begun now she
walks on fresh fields her tracks are on the land she is everywhere and noplace
when its dark and evening falls she moves among men they would seek to have her
as a prize but she is in the shadows ocean and the sand she is everywhere and
noplace her church not made with hands not contained by man she dancing high as
clouds faster than the arrow straight as any crow that flies across great seas
she travels up through rising lands she is everywhere and noplace her church
not made with hands isn't that a pretty sun setting in a pretty sky? will we
stay and watch it darken the church not made with hands not contained by man
that precious place unmade by man