Bruce Carroll
Bruce Carroll
Bruce Carroll
Bruce Carroll
Bruce Carroll
Bruce Carroll
Bruce Carroll
Bruce Carroll
Bruce Carroll
Bruce Carroll
My carpet is the desert, my ceiling is the sky
The clouds my only pillow, the moon is my nightlight
Looking at this world amazed, I finally understand
You're the reason I was saved, You are why I am
And it's just like church to me
Makes me wanna bow down
Worship your reality
Your voice is on the wind
Oh, Lord, wherever I am
It's just like church to me
A mother holds her baby, and a farmer plants his seed
A husband who stays faithful, a God who lives in me
Everywhere I look, I see the wonder of Your hand
The miracle of who You are is painted on this land
And it's just like church to me
Makes me wanna bow down
Worship your reality
Your voice is on the wind
Oh, Lord, wherever I am
It's just like church to me
Let me sing Your praises to the earth, the sky and sea
All of Your creation on the cross You gave to me
And it's just like
Just like church to me
It makes me wanna bow down
Worship your reality
It's just like church to me
Just like church to me
Oh-whoa...
It’s Just Like Church to Me was written by Bruce Carroll & David Langgood & Kim Tribble.
It’s Just Like Church to Me was produced by Reed Arvin.