Thank God for Sunday Morning

Neon lights and stained-glass windows

Old bar stools and back row pews

I ran to one more than the other

But I couldn't out-run You

Trying to fill up all the empty

Trying to numb the pain inside

Thinking You'd never forgive me

For all those Saturday nights

But thank God for Sunday morning

Thank God for 316

And the words in red that say You bled

And gave Your life for me

Thank God for a choir singing

And the voice saying, "Come back home"

Saturday night looked like the end of the story

But thank God for Sunday morning

Now I know that You're no stranger

To the broken hearts like mine

It's what You do, yeah, somehow You

Bring dead things back to life

And it might look like it's as over

As a stone over a grave

But I've seen You move, I'm living proof

You still roll stones away

Thank God for Sunday morning

Thank God for 316

And the words in red that say You bled

And gave Your life for me

Thank God for a choir singing

And a voice saying, "Come back home"

Saturday night looked like the end of the story

But thank God for Sunday morning, oh!

Sunlight through the stained-glass window

Feels like freedom on my face

Really is a new beginning

It really is amazing grace

Thank God for Sunday morning

Thank God for 316

And the words in red that say You bled

And gave Your life for me

Thank God for a choir singing

And a voice saying, "Come back home"

Saturday night looked like the end of the story

Oh!

Saturday night looked like the end of the story

Mm-mm

But thank God for Sunday morning

Thank God for Sunday morning