Seven Sundays

This tie's fitting just a little too tight Might have had one too many last night I wonder if it's written all over my face It's been a little while since I've seen this place Still I'm sitting here in the back row Like a long lost son is come back home When I bow my head and taken off my hat A Sunday morning takes me back [Pre-Chorus] Growing up under that hometown church steeple Learning God hates sin but still loves people The preacher preaching 'bout the Promised Land And me thinking 'bout holding Jesse Lane's hand [Chorus] And one hot summer when I was thirteen Took my soul to the river and washed it clean Feels so good, Lord, why can't there be Seven Sundays a week? Well, I can still hear daddy singing strong and low It is well, it is well with my soul And mama laid up the Sunday best I can still count every flower on her blue sun dress I've done a lot of living since those days But a boy comes back when he's been raised [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus] It was softball games And it was true love waits And all of those amazing things About amazing grace [Pre-Chorus] [Chorus]