This Is Church

Sunday morn, Africa
Hear the children sing
Before an altar in the bush
They praise the King of Kings
Pastor stands, prays a prayer
Earth beneath his feet
Thank You, Lord, for You are good
You bless us when we meet

This is church when we gather 'round
To praise the Lord above
This is church when we walk in truth
And show each other love
Not of wood or bricks or stone
But of people first
Anywhere God's children are
Brothers, this is church

Sunday morn, Siberia
Deep within the wood
Under blue cathedral skies
They rеad the holy book
Pastor kneels, prays a prayer
Sun upon his face
Thank You, Lord, for You arе good
To meet us in this place

This is church when we gather 'round
To praise the Lord above
This is church when we walk in truth
And show each other love
Not of wood or bricks or stone
But of people first
Anywhere God's children are
Brothers, this is church

Sunday morn, Jerusalem
Many years ago
The first believers gathered there
And the spirit flowed
They broke the bread, prayed a prayer
And met each other's needs
The Father saw that they were one
And His heart was pleased

This is church when we gather 'round
To praise the Lord above
This is church when we walk in truth
And show each other love
Not of wood or bricks or stone
But of people first
Anywhere God's children are
Brothers, this is church
Anywhere God's children are
Brothers, this is church