Sunday Morning Lyrics

Wine carpet, wooden pews

Hymnals and grape juice

Growing up on Traveling Jesus and church shoes

Maybe there's a God above

But when push comes to shove

I've found it's true there's no hate like Christian love

And I'd be lying

If I said I've never done wrong

But watching it happen

How am I to make sense of it all?

Mama's crying and I'm holding her hand

And that man said "good morning" but I know what he did

And I'm singing Hallelujah, but no one's listening

And yeah, I love Jesus

But I dread Sunday morning

Bowing heads, holding hands

Potlucks and pulpit stands

surrounded by enemies, think it's a secret from me

How am I to trust this when all I've seen is hatred?

I'll always keep one eye open praying

Mama's crying and I'm holding her hand

And that man said "good morning" but I know what he did

And I'm singing Hallelujah, but no one's listening

And yeah, I love Jesus

But I dread Sunday morning

I don't wanna be known as that type of person

I'll try and keep faith while it's our name they're cursing

I'll worship on a Wednesday or Saturday evening

Alone

But Sunday I'd rather stay home

'Cause Mom will be crying and I'll hold her hand

Watching menacing glances as dad takes the stand

And they'll say Hallelujah with a fist as they sing

I love Jesus but I dread Sunday morning