There are mansions, great cathedrals, There are palaces and kingdoms of renown. There are places where we marvel, At the monuments of men that can be found. Oh, but over on the other side of town...
Chorus See that old wooden altar in that little country church, And the place where the carpet is worn down. Though it doesn't seem important in the eyes of this ol' world, Jesus died for that little piece of ground. That's where I knelt down.
Just a simple wooden altar, Where the congregations bring their hopes and fears. Friends and family talk to heaven, And reveal their hearts to Jesus with their tears, And I'm sure that He's been listening for years...
