Lyrics

Verse 1:
I don't need stained glass or a steeple tall,
Got an old dirt road and a heaven-call.
Sunrise breaks on acres wide,
That's my church, where I confide.

Chorus:
Out in the field, where the corn grows high,
I lift my hands to the open sky.
No choir robes, just boots and jeans,
But I worship like a king and sing like a redeemed.
God saved me where the wild wind blows—
I don’t need the city lights to know.
Out in the field... is where I met God.

Verse 2:
He speaks through wind and morning rain,
Through every season, joy or pain.
I plow my prayers in the furrowed ground,
And grace comes up where love is found.

Bridge:
I ain’t got pews, I got bales of hay,
And Sunday’s every workin' day.
The Spirit walks through rows of green,
He don’t need lights or a fog machine.

Chorus (Repeat):
Out in the field, where the corn grows high,
I lift my hands to the open sky.
No choir robes, just boots and jeans,
But I worship like a king and sing like a redeemed.
God saved me where the wild wind blows—
I don’t need the city lights to know.
Out in the field... is where I met God.

Outro:
So let 'em build their cathedrals wide,
I’ll take the Lord by my old porch side.
'Cause I found peace the world can’t steal—
Out in the field…
Where I met God, and I’m healed.