In the darkest part of Scotland
The darkest night of the year
I found a church where the lights were dim
And I sat down in the rear

And they sang about a baby
Angel voices filled that place
I could feel the love of Jesus
And the tears ran down my face

Jesus is in the water
Jesus is in the wine
Jesus is standing next to us
In the noisy Starbucks line
Jesus is in Manhattan
Jesus is in St. Clair
He’s waiting around the corner
Jesus is everywhere

Jesus is everywhere
(Jesus is everywhere)
Jesus is everywhere
(Jesus is everywhere)

On a winding street in Venice
On the sunny side of town
Church bells ring out in San Rocco
So we went in and sat down
We forgot that it was Sunday
The priest was hard to understand
But we heard the word for Jesus
Holding wafers in our hands

In the darkest hour of nighttime
In the dark night of the soul
In the balmy heat of summer
In the bitter winter cold
In the halls of every mansion
In apartments where you sleep
You’ve never gone too far
And you’re never in too deep