Luyện nghe bài hát Where Jesus Is

This mornin the were hay bales
the pulpit a saddle thrown a stall
the just a carpet of sawdust
the babtistry just a ol' traun

were no stepals
there no hymnals
but heaven down
there were no
worn out boots
standin on ground
i its true if even two
are in his hands
thats where is

somewhere they were gathered and
their alter a footlocker thrown in the
sundays at just a memory
but there in that they still felt his hand

were no stepals
there were no
but came down
were no suits
just worn out
standin on ground
i guess its if even two
are in his hands
thats where is

on an airplane or old bus

in a silence he meets us
where stepels
where there's no
heaven comes
in our shoes
or in our cowboy
it is all ground
i guess its if even two
are gathered in his
where Jesus is
This is Jesus is