Out In The Highways - Steven Curtis Chapman

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