Out in the Highways Steven Curtis Chapman

There's a chapel on wheels
Parked at a truck stop
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'll come to meet You on their way
Out in the highways
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
And those on the outside pass right by
Lost on a dark endless highway