| There’s a chapel on wheels parked at a truckstop
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| Somewhere in the southern part of Florida tonight;
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| Many are blown in by a strong wind:
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| It’s the wind of the Spirit
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| There’s a preacher with his head bowed
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| There at the altar
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| Whispering a prayer as the people wander in
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| Sayin' it’s You, Lord, that they’re lookin' for
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| Whether they know it or not
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| And that’s the reason I’ve got to go
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| Out in the highways, out in the highways
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| Maybe this will be the day they come to meet You on their way
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| Out in the highways
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| There’s a church down on the corner with stained glass windows
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| But time has stained the windows till no light is shining through;
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| Those on the outside pass right by
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| Lost on a dark endless highway
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| There’s a banner on the church wall
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| They put up many years ago
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| Reminding them that Jesus said 'Go into all the world';
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| They need the Spirit wind to blow again
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| And fan the flame of concern
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| Take the truth that they’ve learned and go
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| Out in the highways, out in the highways
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| Open windows, doors and hearts, take the light into the dark
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| Out in the highways |