The thousand places

I was walking down the sidewalk
With people from every side of life
There was an art store run by an old man
And I thought I'd stop by

I spent hours there just browsing
My imagination swept away
By these expressions of colors on canvas
Of a life not usually seen this way

Well I'm learning what knowing means
It's more than reading books about things
'Cause He is more than someone up there
In angel's wings

So wake up all you sleeping senses
For Christ plays in ten thousand places

His face is in a painting
His voice is in a song
And when my eyes are open
I see Him all day long
He speaks to us in silence
And conversations too
And sometimes when we're talking
He even speaks through you

Well I'm learning what knowing means
It's more than reading books about things
'Cause He is more than someone up there
In angel's wings

Oh wake up all your sleeping senses
For Christ plays in ten thousand places

From Him and through Him
And too Him are all things