作曲 : Hart, Poythress, Skaggs
This mornin the pews were hay balesthe pulpit a saddle thrown over a stallthe floor just a carpet of sawdustthe babtistry just a rusty ol' traunthere were no stepalsthere were no hymnalsbut heaven came downthere were no suitsjust worn out bootsstandin on holy groundi guess its true if even twoare gathered in his handsthats where 
Jesus issomewhere they were gathered and prayintheir alter a footlocker thrown in the sandsundays at home just a memorybut there in that tent they still felt his handthere were no stepalsthere were no hymnalsbut heaven came downthere were no suitsjust worn out bootsstandin on holy groundi guess its true if even twoare gathered in his handsthats where 
Jesus ison an airplane or this old busin a silence he always meets uswhere there's stepelswhere there's no hymnalsheaven comes downin our sunday shoesor in our cowboy bootsit is all holy groundi guess its true if even twoare gathered in his handsthats where 
Jesus isThis is where 
Jesus is