Thy temples

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