[ONE SOLO MALE BARITONE ONLY. The same man sings every word alone. No additional singers or voices.] [Verse 1 — quiet, natural storytelling] It’s Sunday Again You ask me every time If I’ll go with you To the old church on the hill I shake my head And say I’m not quite ready for that In fact the church might burn down If I walk through the doors You frown and walk away Think I don’t know You think something’s wrong with me For not wanting to visit God that way [Verse 2 — same low male voice] I worship in my own quiet I feel the power here Know God is around I see God in the flight of geese The shifting of clouds The mountains The tall grass The cat tails The song of the red winged black birds Even the squawking magpie [Verse 3 — restrained and reflective] The simple kindness others show The help with fixing my truck The extra time to pay my bills Somehow having enough work To make it through I feel the power here Know God is around [Verse 4 — gentle conviction, no vocal lift] I show I believe By lending a hand Showing up Working hard I show I believe By lending a hand Showing up Working hard [Final Verse — quiet and sincere, same low voice] I see God in the flight of geese The shifting of clouds The mountains The tall grass The cat tails The song of the red winged black birds Even the squawking magpie So I know Gods there I worship in my own quiet I feel the power here Know God is around I am in church In my own way [End quietly with acoustic guitar and piano. No additional vocals or sounds.]
