LYRIC FOR SALE

By Paul Pratt

SERMON

Sunday dawning
Quiet morning
Congregation storming
The pews tired of yesterday’s news
Viewing the world
Through shining shoes

Chorus
We turn the corner
As you start to speak
Of the form and the structure
Within the answers we seek
Your sermon connects the dots
Every week
You raise us high
Angels fly as
We walk down the street


Trusting the sermon to
Touch our inner feeling
Hoping the archangel
Would fly from the ceiling
we search to find the
One clear thought to
Resurrect the day
Simply show us the way



Bridge
The Sunday sermon is
Bright and bold
Delivered and declared
To the young and the old

The theme approves
Devotion
candles flicker in motion to
Set the scene
Highlight our common dream
Light the fire
Inspire
Outreach teach
A fine doctrine speech
You preach of love
And kindness to
Bind us to a
Light that
Will never blind us

Chorus
We turn the corner
As you start to speak
Of the form and the structure
Within the answers we seek
Your sermon connects the dots
Every week
You raise us high
Angels fly as
We walk down the street