He wore a blue sweat suit as he broke the bread / With dirt beneath our feet, oak trees overhead / There was no steeple, there was no alter there / But he said God would meet us anywhere / Chorus / The steps we take, oh the steps we take / The steps we take along the way will be on holy ground / I remember sitting awake before the dawn / Knowing all the ways I had done him wrong / Those words he said to me are still ringing loud / It's never too late to turn around / Chorus / I bought a used black suit to go back home / Stood beneath those trees his wayward son / We sang amazing grace how sweet the sound / And I made my peace as we laid him down