Neon lights and stained glass windows
Old barstools and back row pews
I ran to one more than the other
But I couldn?t outrun You
Trying to fill up all the empty
Trying to numb the pain inside
Thinking You?d never forgive me
For all those Saturday nights
But
Thank God for Sunday morning
Thank God for 3:16
And the words in red that say You bled
And gave Your life for me
Thank God for a choir singing
And a voice saying come back home
Saturday night looked like the end of the story
But thank God for Sunday morning
Now I know that You?re no stranger
To the broken hearts like mine
It?s what you do, yeah somehow You
Bring dead things back to life
It might look like it?s as over
As a stone over a grave
But I?ve seen You move, I?m living proof
You still roll stones away
Sunlight through the stained glass window
Feels like freedom on my face
It really is a new beginning
It really is amazing grace