Where Jesus Is - Joey & Rory
Written by：Don Poythress/LeAnn Hart/Donnie Skaggs
This morning the pews were hay bales
The pulpit a saddle thrown over a stall
The floor just a carpet of sawdust
The baptistery was a rusty ol' traul
There were no stepples
There were no hymnals
But heaven came down
There were no suits
Just worn out boots
Standin' on holy ground
I guess it's true if even two
Are gathered in his knees
That's where Jesus is
Somewhere they were gathered and prayin'
Their altar a footlocker dropped 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
Standing on holy ground
I guess it's true if even two
Are gathered in his knees
That's 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 it's true if even two
Are gathered in his knees
That's where Jesus is
This is where Jesus is
