| Song | Out in the Highways |
| Artist | Steven Curtis Chapman |
| Album | Real Life Conversations/More to This Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Chapman, Moore | |
| There's a chapel on wheels parked at a truckstop, | |
| Somewhere in the southern part of Florida tonight; | |
| Many are blown in by a strong wind: | |
| It's the wind of the Spirit. | |
| There's a preacher with his head bowed | |
| There at the altar, | |
| Whispering a prayer as the people wander in, | |
| Sayin' it's You, Lord, that they're lookin' for, | |
| Whether they know it or not, | |
| And that's the reason I've got to go | |
| Out in the highways, out in the highways. | |
| Maybe this will be the day they come to meet You on their way, | |
| Out in the highways. | |
| There's a church down on the corner with stained glass windows, | |
| But time has stained the windows till no light is shining through; | |
| Those on the outside pass right by, | |
| Lost on a dark endless highway. | |
| There's a banner on the church wall | |
| They put up many years ago, | |
| Reminding them that Jesus said 'Go into all the world'; | |
| They need the Spirit wind to blow again | |
| And fan the flame of concern, | |
| Take the truth that they've learned and go | |
| Out in the highways, out in the highways. | |
| Open windows, doors and hearts, take the light into the dark, | |
| Out in the highways. |
| zuo ci : Chapman, Moore | |
| There' s a chapel on wheels parked at a truckstop, | |
| Somewhere in the southern part of Florida tonight | |
| Many are blown in by a strong wind: | |
| It' s the wind of the Spirit. | |
| There' s a preacher with his head bowed | |
| There at the altar, | |
| Whispering a prayer as the people wander in, | |
| Sayin' it' s You, Lord, that they' re lookin' for, | |
| Whether they know it or not, | |
| And that' s the reason I' ve got to go | |
| Out in the highways, out in the highways. | |
| Maybe this will be the day they come to meet You on their way, | |
| Out in the highways. | |
| There' s a church down on the corner with stained glass windows, | |
| But time has stained the windows till no light is shining through | |
| Those on the outside pass right by, | |
| Lost on a dark endless highway. | |
| There' s a banner on the church wall | |
| They put up many years ago, | |
| Reminding them that Jesus said ' Go into all the world' | |
| They need the Spirit wind to blow again | |
| And fan the flame of concern, | |
| Take the truth that they' ve learned and go | |
| Out in the highways, out in the highways. | |
| Open windows, doors and hearts, take the light into the dark, | |
| Out in the highways. |
| zuò cí : Chapman, Moore | |
| There' s a chapel on wheels parked at a truckstop, | |
| Somewhere in the southern part of Florida tonight | |
| Many are blown in by a strong wind: | |
| It' s the wind of the Spirit. | |
| There' s a preacher with his head bowed | |
| There at the altar, | |
| Whispering a prayer as the people wander in, | |
| Sayin' it' s You, Lord, that they' re lookin' for, | |
| Whether they know it or not, | |
| And that' s the reason I' ve got to go | |
| Out in the highways, out in the highways. | |
| Maybe this will be the day they come to meet You on their way, | |
| Out in the highways. | |
| There' s a church down on the corner with stained glass windows, | |
| But time has stained the windows till no light is shining through | |
| Those on the outside pass right by, | |
| Lost on a dark endless highway. | |
| There' s a banner on the church wall | |
| They put up many years ago, | |
| Reminding them that Jesus said ' Go into all the world' | |
| They need the Spirit wind to blow again | |
| And fan the flame of concern, | |
| Take the truth that they' ve learned and go | |
| Out in the highways, out in the highways. | |
| Open windows, doors and hearts, take the light into the dark, | |
| Out in the highways. |