Where Jesus Is Lyrics - Album Number Two - Joey And 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