Earth and moon, the stars and sun.
On the seventh day He rested
From the work that He had done.
Then He blessed it, made it holy,
As a gift for every man;
To remind us where we came from,
And just how this world began.
CHORUS:
Holy day, purified,
Set apart, sanctified,
Enter in to joy divine,
In a temple made of time!
See Him worship on the Sabbath,
As His weekly custom was
Feel the fury of the rabbis,
For He would not heed their laws.
So they killed Him on a hillside,
As the sun began to fade.
But He even kept the Sabbath,
As they laid Him in the grave.
Oft forsaken and forgotten,
Desecrated and profaned,
But the sacred fourth commandment,
Is still valid and unchanged.
Hear the Father gently calling,
If you love Me heed each one,
Not for merit or salvation,
But because you love My Son!
REPEAT CHORUS:
You will find joy divine,
In this temple made of time!
