The little song I wrote.

It’s Sunday morning and I wanna stay in bed.
Drink some coffee, make some eggs and read the paper instead.
I don’t wanna go to church, just for today.
There’s probably not much happening, anyway.
Well, there was a story for all ages about Francis David.
And a fundraiser soup lunch that the kids mostly did.
There was a Sunday school lesson all about death.
And those talks between kids that really take away your breath.

Chorus:
The truth of it is that we’ve got to be here.
Our church to us all is so very, very dear.
In our busy, busy lives, it’s easy to forget.
Our religion isn’t taught, it’s caught.
We’ve gotta show up, show up, show up.

Your three year old thinks that rainboots go with pinafores.
Your teenager says “Oh mom, I’ve been there before.”
Your eight year old has a new video game to play.
There’s probably not much happening anyway.
The children’s worship was about worth and dignity:
How important it is for us all just to be.
The service project was making meals for homeless teens.
Something good happens, everyday.

Chorus

Family life today, well it goes at double speed.
Soccer, homework music lessons all good things indeed.
But a family needs a hand.
And our helping hands are here.
Come on home on Sunday.
Because our religion isn’t taught, it’s caught.

It’s Sunday morning and I wanna stay in bed.
Drink some coffee, make some eggs and read the paper instead.
I don’t want to go to church.
Hey, what’s happening today?
I guess I’ll go, anyway.
Come on home, on Sunday.