Sunday Morning

We all come lost

before the throne
All sinful flesh 

of blood and bone
Each wayward soul 

in seek of grace
Prepared to lift 

our voice in praise,

Each broken, cracked 

foundation falls
Beneath the Master

as He calls
Preaching, teaching 

the righteous way
Saving souls 

who’ve gone astray.

Each kneeling knee

and praying hand
Look forward to 

their Promised Land
Look outward to 

their brethren lost
Look inward to 

salvation’s cross,

Look upward towards

the face of God
Who guides each step 

where e’er we trod
In loyal faith 

we keep the pace
In Jesus’ name 

to win His race.