The body is
A temple

Where the
Soul walks
Without dirty
Slippers

The light is lit
The bells ring

Welcoming
The soul
Of prayers

To

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These strands of hair, this flesh and bone,

These eyes and ears and sweaty palms,

These tender fingers and ten, little toes,

These

I am made from man and the daughter of a king

For my soul He sacrificed everything

To thank him for His love I cherish my

The body is a temple.

This is the best description of a temple I have heard
for those man made constructions are quite absurd.
The