Bruce Carroll - It's Just Like Church To Me lyrics

My carpet is the desert, my ceiling is the sky The clouds my only pillow, the moon is my nightlight Looking at this world amazed, I finally understand You're the reason I was saved, You are why I am And it's just like church to me Makes me wanna bow down Worship your reality Your voice is on the wind Oh, Lord, wherever I am It's just like church to me A mother holds her baby, and a farmer plants his seed A husband who stays faithful, a God who lives in me Everywhere I look, I see the wonder of Your hand The miracle of who You are is painted on this land And it's just like church to me Makes me wanna bow down Worship your reality Your voice is on the wind Oh, Lord, wherever I am It's just like church to me Let me sing Your praises to the earth, the sky and sea All of Your creation on the cross You gave to me And it's just like Just like church to me It makes me wanna bow down Worship your reality It's just like church to me Just like church to me Oh-whoa... Mmm-mm-mmm...