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
