Lyrics

1
It’s not in the steeple.
It’s not in the floor.
It’s not through the stain glass
or through the door.
It’s not in the pulpit
or a wooden pew
The Church of God Almighty
it’s in His people, me & you.

Chorus
We are the Church.
We are the Bride
We are the apple of God’s eye.
We’re not a building
We’re a body made of stones.
We are the Church
This is our creed.
The Lord provides our every need.
We belong to Him
We’re not our own.
We are the Church.

2
They stole our Bibles
out of our schools.
The 10 commandments
& praying too.
They may try to drive us
deep underground;
on that resurrection morn’n
They will never keep us down.