[Verse 1]
We have no roof to call our own,
No nameplate, no parade,
But where two saints meet up to pray,
A church is being made.

[Chorus]
Where we gather, where we gather,
The Lord is in the room,
Where we gather, where we gather,
A church begins to bloom.

[Verse 2]
A kitchen table can suffice,
A porch will do as well,
The Lord meets up with where we are,
Not where the buildings dwell.

[Chorus]
Where we gather, where we gather,
The Lord is in the room,
Where we gather, where we gather,
A church begins to bloom.

[Verse 3]
The campless saints with no roof, friend,
Have not been left alone,
The Lord has gathered them in fields,
And calls the field His own.

[Chorus]
Where we gather, where we gather,
The Lord is in the room,
Where we gather, where we gather,
A church begins to bloom.

[Verse 4]
So gather up where you can find
A saint or two to pray,
A church is where the two are sat
And lift their voice to say.

[Chorus]
Where we gather, where we gather,
The Lord is in the room,
Where we gather, where we gather,
A church begins to bloom.