Colin Cutler - Temple of the Holy Ghost

Temple of the Holy Ghost

You could sit in an office, you could drive a train,
You could sit in prison, a number without a name,
But you’re the temple of the Holy Ghost.

You could stand on the corner of a city street
With a Bible in your hand or high heels on your feet.
You’re the temple of the Holy Ghost.

You’re a child of Adam, child of Eve,
How precious did that truth appear the hour I first believed.
You’re the temple of the Holy Ghost.

Take the hat off your head, the socks off your toes,
It don’t matter what’s underneath your clothes.
You’re the temple of the Holy Ghost.

You could live in a house, you could live in a car,
But who do you, who do you, who do you think you are?
You’re the temple of the Holy Ghost.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
The glass heart breaks, and the steel heart rusts,
You’re the temple of the Holy Ghost.

Look to your left, look to your right
Look there behind you, look straight into my eyes.
You’re the temple of the Holy Ghost.