Chorus / Description :
I know how you feel about working on Sunday
But I need a miracle in a bad way
And I don't think I can wait
I don't think I can make it till Monday
I know how you feel about working on Sunday
Lord it's been a while since I've prayed
And I'm hoping that I'm not too late
See we fought and she left, I called and I text
But she won't answer me, so I'm down on my knees
I know how you feel about working on Sunday
But I need a miracle in a bad way
And I don't think I can wait
I don't think I can make it till Monday
I know how you feel about working on Sunday
But I might've broke an angel's heart
Lord and I don't know even where to start
You walked on water and Red Sea parted
And surely heaven knows, I need a miracle like one of those
I know how you feel about working on Sunday
But I need a miracle in a bad way
And I don't think I can wait
I don't think I can make it till Monday
I know how you feel about working on Sunday
You made this world and I'm losing mine
God I know this is your day but I'm running out of time
How do you feel about working this Sunday
Lord I need one of your miracles in a bad way
And I know I can't wait
Yes I know I can't make it till Monday
How do you feel about working just this one lone Sunday?
I know how you feel about working on Sunday
Lord I need one of your miracles
How do you feel about working just this Sunday?
Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy.
Six days shalt thou labor, and do all thy work;
but the seventh day is a sabbath unto Jehovah thy God: `in it' thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy man-servant, nor thy maid-servant, nor thy cattle, nor thy stranger that is within thy gates:
for in six days Jehovah made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that in them is, and rested the seventh day: wherefore Jehovah blessed the sabbath day, and hallowed it.