Lyrics
Sunday morning, pews are full
Voices rise, the preacher's bold
We lift our hands, we bow our heads
But what about the life we've led?
After the last amen is said
Where do we go, what truth is spread?
'Cause it's not just the songs that we sing
Or the prayers in the light of stained glass dreams
It's the love that we show when no one sees
The grace we give, the hurt we ease
Yeah, what you do on Monday
Says more than what you say on Sunday
You shake some hands, you play the part
But do you carry faith in your heart?
When you see a stranger in the rain
Do you just walk on, or ease their pain?
It's not the seat you claim each week
It's the mercy in the life you speak
'Cause it's not just the songs that we sing
Or the prayers in the light of stained glass dreams
It's the love that we show when no one sees
The grace we give, the hurt we ease
Yeah, what you do on Monday
Says more than what you say on Sunday
When the choir's gone quiet and the lights go down
Are you lifting others or just looking around?
Faith ain't just a place, it's a path you choose
It's the life you live, not the bench you use
So let your worship be the way you live
Let your hands and heart be what you give
To the lonely, the lost, the least of these
Let love be louder than theology
Yeah, what you do on Monday
That's where your truth has something to say
It's not what you do in the church alone
It's what you do when you're walking home
Sunday's good - but don't you see?
The real church walks on two feet - you and me.