Houses of the Holy

No more darkness
No more fear
No more lack
No more death and tears
I follow you down every hall
Every opened door; with every lifetime
I have waited for your call
From age to age
Until I hear your golden words
See the sacred fires burn once again
The houses of the holy
will be filled with saints and sinners alike
For they are as one to the unending light
In the archons of non time and space
The great ocean of bliss where the mass potential
The place where only love exists
Is where I will find rest