This Must Be The Place Songtext
von Denver and the Mile High Orchestra

A crowded inn, a cattle stall
A newborn Babe, a bed of straw
A tiny cry as angels sing
The dark of night, the infant King

This must be the place where I bow down before You
This must be the place believers come
This must be the place I worship and adore You
And confess You are my Lord, my God
Oh, this must be the place, this must be the place

A crowded hill, a guiltless Man
A twisted cross, a perfect Lamb
The cost of sin, the sacrifice
The dark of day, the final cry

This must be the place, this must be the place


The break of day, the empty tomb
The risen Lord, the upper room
The open hands, the Savior′s scars
The words that changed the doubter's heart

This must be the place where I bow down before You
This must be the place believers come
This must be the place I worship and adore You
And confess You are my Lord, my God
Oh, this must be the place, this must be the place

(This must be the place)
(I wanna see Your glory)
I wanna see Your glory
(I wanna know Your grace)
I wanna know Your grace
(I wanna see Your glory, glory)
This must be the place