Life Is A Church - David Phelps

Watching the surf cover up my toes

Breathing the salt air from the coast

Ten years old with my eyes pressed closed

Life is a church

Remembering first love’s tender kiss

Mourning the loss of my innocence

The bittersweet taste of it on my lips

Life is a church

These are the sacraments

This is the altar

Love is the spirit

Making the blue planet turn

Life is a church

Watching my baby being born

Written all over you, pain and joy

Holding your hand, it’s a little boy

Ashes to ashes, earth to earth

The preacher throws in the first handful of dirt

My little boy asks me, «Does goodbye always hurt?»