Soulful Sunday

Sunrise paints the sky with gold,

Washing stories yet untold.

People gathering, hearts in tune,

Underneath this Sunday moon.

Soulful Sunday, lift your hands and praise,

Feel the spirit in these holy days.

Clap your hands, stomp your feet,

Let the gospel rhythm move your heartbeat.

Voices rising in sweet refrain,

Washing over me like summer rain.

Every soul is shining bright,

Basking in the morning light.

Soulful Sunday, lift your hands and praise,

Feel the spirit in these holy days.

Clap your hands, stomp your feet,

Let the gospel rhythm move your heartbeat.

Leader: “Can you feel the joy tonight?”

Choir: “Yes, it’s burning oh so bright!”

Leader: “Will you raise your voice and sing?”

Choir: “Glory to the King of kings!”

Clapping, organ swell, horns join in creating a powerful uplifting moment.

Soulful Sunday, lift your hands and praise,

Feel the spirit in these holy days.

Clap your hands, stomp your feet,

Let the gospel rhythm move your heartbeat.

Soulful Sunday…

Move your heartbeat…