Holy Place

That stump out by the river

Might as well be an old church pew

I can see the stained glass sunrise

Reflecting off the dew

It doesn’t matter where I am today

I’m in a holy place

 

It was worship when I held my newborn

For the very first time

When he bowed his head to bless the food

On the day that he turned five

And I still tear up every time he prays

I’m in a holy place

 

It doesn’t have to happen underneath a Sunday steeple

‘Cause I can feel Hispresence in an everyday cathedral

From the back porch cup of coffee, mountaintop sanctuary stays the same

I’m in a holy place

 

Sacred conversations before we fall asleep at night

Folding laundry in the dining room, oh man that feels divine

‘Cause I can see His glory on her face

I’m in a holy place

 

It doesn’t have to happen underneath a Sunday steeple

‘Cause I can feel His presence in an everyday cathedral

From the back porch cup of coffee, mountaintop sanctuary stays the same

I’m in a holy place

 

I might be standing at the altar with my hands held high in praise

Or driving after midnight to get home in the pouring rain

Wherever I am that’s where He promises His Spirit’s gonna be

 

It doesn’t have to happen underneath a Sunday steeple

‘Cause I can feel His presence in an everyday cathedral

From the back porch cup of coffee, mountaintop sanctuary stays the same

I’m in a holy place

I’m in a holy place

Holy place