Tabernacle

I speak a language of fire I walk on steps of the wind I wear a garment of joy I tie my shoes good tidings of peace Oh O oh O Oh O As I pass a brazen altar I don't have a thing to offer Your blood was handed to me You shook me You adopted me Oh O Oh Oh O Oh O I come up from the water I come up from the water I come up from the water I come up from the water I come up from the water You wash my feet I see the fire of the candle Nine almond blossoms I sit at Your table I sit at Your feet As incense burns in You I'm complete Oh O Oh Oh O Oh O