Sunday Morning
Sunday Morning
It’s Sunday morning and the sun is bright
filling my world with heaven’s light;
the birds have wakened from their night;
it’s Sunday morning!
It’s Sunday morning and the church bells ring;
we gather with some friends to sing,
and thank our God for everything;
it’s Sunday morning!
It’s Sunday morning and words strong and bold
from God-blessed sacred desks are told
and there his story will unfold.
It’s Sunday morning!
It’s Sunday morning and from every place
will come the Spirit’s saving grace
revealing Jesus’ awesome face.
It’s Sunday morning!
It’s Sunday morning and the servant’s word
from heaven’s door to earth is heard
to bring to life those things which blur
on Monday morning.
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