So many times I’ve listened to Your words
And believed every word that You’ve spoken
I leave with promises to both of us
But way too often they’re easily broken
Sunday words
They don’t mean a thing
When there’s nothing behind them
Nothing to remind me of all the times
I have not fallen through
Forgive of my Sunday words
It seems that I mean it
At the time that they’re spoken
Help me try to live
On the promises to You
I get that Sunday feelin’ now and then
When I’m out to save life singlehanded
But then You show me how it starts at home
By followin’ slowly all that You’ve commanded
Sunday words
They don’t mean a thing
When there’s nothing behind them
Nothing to remind me of all the times
I have not fallen through
Forgive of my Sunday words
It seems that I mean it
At the time that they’re spoken
Help me try to live
On the promises to You
Ooh-ooh-ooh…
Sunday words
They don’t mean a thing
When there’s nothing behind them
Nothing to remind me of all the times
I have not fallen through
Forgive of my Sunday words
It seems that I mean it
At the time that they’re spoken
Help me try to live
On the promises to You
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