How Beautiful - Robin Mark

How beautiful, how rich and fair

The portals of Your temple are

To spend one day within Your courts

Surpasses even thousands.

There sparrow and the swallow nest

Around Your altar finding rest

And me, in robes, I do not own,

Find grace and affirmation.

For there a fountain flows,

Poured on my thirsty soul

Just like the autumn rain

Falls on a desert place.

You traced Your finger in this clay

And my accusers melt away

The words You speak when we’re alone

My heart and will compelling.

These loafs and fishes that we bring

Our simple childlike offering

From which a banquet You prepare

Within Your courts rejoicing.