Woe to him who says to a piece of wood, “Obey,” to a dumb stone, “Arise,”
And that is your teacher?
Behold it is overlayed with gold and silver, and there is no breath at all inside it.
Monday through Friday, the world’s the same,
Busting their tales and making a name,
Go to work, go to school, don’t play the fool,
Pleasure’s the payoff and money’s the tool,
Sweating all week for a dollar’s gain,
Living for the weekend to drown the pain.
Life is more than what it seems,
Open your eyes and start to dream,
I scream Sunday.
All week long, God’s people the same,
Living in the world and hiding the flame,
Working like drones in the world’s hive,
Is it God or mammon for which we strive?
The world’s way is push and shove,
Are we pushing back or showing love?
Life is more than what it seems,
Open your eyes and start to dream,
Sunday’s here and I have to scream,
Living for Jesus is my theme,
I scream Sunday.
Monday, I mourn the world in pain,
Tuesday’s tears fall, a bitter rain,
Wednesday I whisper a prayer in grief,
Thursday I thirst for some relief,
Friday finds me on my face,
Saturday sees me cry for grace,
I scream Sunday.
Life is more than what it seems,
Open your eyes and start to dream,
Got no secret, got no scheme,
I get my strength from the living stream,
Sunday’s here and I have to scream,
Living for Jesus is my theme,
I scream Sunday,
I scream Sunday,
I scream Sunday.
But the Lord is in his holy temple; let all the Earth be silent before him.
