There is a temple without walls, marble columns or polished halls,
built upon the living stone made for you and you alone.
It isn't far from where you stand, distracted by this world's demands.
Just inside and up the stair, a friend is sitting, waiting there.
You can leave your cares behind, empty chatter, you're mine.
Come and rest, no need to fear.
Only love is spoken here.
Words like arrows take their toll, the enemy attempts control.
Dark clouds blow across the soul, but through each storm the anchor holds.
So you can leave the past behind, the anxious turning, you're mine.
Come and rest, no need to fear.
Only love is spoken here.
There is a peace within, a place that can't be touched by sin.
For through it all, both day and night, a spirit shines his holy light.
Here in me, you stand complete, except to let me wash your feet.
So come and rest, no need to fear.
Only love is spoken here.
Come and rest, no need to fear.
Only love is spoken here.