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. |