Where Jesus Is - Joey+Rory

This mornin the pews were hay bales

The pulpit a saddle thrown over a stall

The floor just a carpet of sawdust

The babtistry just a rusty ol' traun

There were no stepals

There were no hymnals

But heaven came down

There were no suits

Just worn out boots

Standin on holy ground

I guess its true if even two

Are gathered in his hands

Thats where Jesus is

Somewhere they were gathered and prayin

Their alter a footlocker thrown in the sand

Sundays at home just a memory

But there in that tent they still felt his hand

There were no stepals

There were no hymnals

But heaven came down

There were no suits

Just worn out boots

Standin on holy ground

I guess its true if even two

Are gathered in his hands

Thats where Jesus is

On an airplane or this old bus

In a silence he always meets us

Where there’s stepels

Where there’s no hymnals

Heaven comes down

In our sunday shoes

Or in our cowboy boots

It is all holy ground

I guess its true if even two

Are gathered in his hands

Thats where Jesus is

This is where Jesus is