A calling ceremony
A necessity of rituals
woken up
in thy temples
rising high, high above
are temples over our skirts
heightening like a pyramid
where folks say prayer
Hail Mary, I have your grace
Yeah, It\'s two and brace
temples are mothering
Temples wean
if you like feminine
and a soulish desire
O lady, thy temples weaken me
To go on my knees and bow
And say, o greatness is thou
So Make me, make me thy priest
One not like the Aarons
For I want to rule,
rule like the barons
in thy temples
A sanctuary for sons
An anointing for the annoyed
So permit a place of prayer tonight
For I Know God lives there
Yeah,In temples,
A wave Sabbath, wave of sheaf
A Call to duty, the priest shall reap
Thy temples gives milk
They temples heal the sick
Thy temples give comfort
and shine
Shine forth thy glory
So let me rest in-between
In between thy temples