In a grove in the country is a quaint little chapel
Where Christians join and sing
And on a block in the city a majestic cathedral
Stands fit for a King
They're different, but they're beautiful
And blessed in their own way
Deep down they are the same
'Cause the church isn't stained glass, it isn't a steeple
What makes the church is all God's people
Every nation, tribe and tongue, worshipping as one
And That's The Church
Some come together in the gym of a high school
And sit on stacking chairs
And some rather gather in a shop or a café
And fill the room with their prayers
Some worship in a humble shack
'Cause they have nothing more
But still they serve the Lord
'Cause the church isn't stained glass, it isn't a steeple
What makes the church is all God's people
Every nation, tribe and tongue, worshipping as one
'Cause the church isn't stained glass, it isn't a steeple
What makes the church is all God's people
Every nation, tribe and tongue, worshipping as one
And That's The Church
Some worship in the public square
For all the world to see
Persecution comes for other ones
So they worship secretly
The church isn't stained glass, it isn't a steeple
What makes the church is all God's people
Every nation, tribe and tongue, worshipping as one
No the church isn't stained glass, it isn't a steeple
What makes the church is all God's people
The greatest to the least, sharing in the feast
And That's The Church
And That's The Church
And That's The Church