Worship at the temple

Worship at the temple There was the power of fragrance Of lighted camphor and tiny flowers My people?s concentrated history Flowed through these stone archways Stone people who lived on forever These are my own dearest kinsmen My flesh and bones are made Of... More

Worship at the temple There was the power of fragrance Of lighted camphor and tiny flowers My people?s concentrated history Flowed through these stone archways Stone people who lived on forever These are my own dearest kinsmen My flesh and bones are made Of the same powdered red rock We worship the same granite god.  Less