Monday Morning Faith (Acoustic)

I want to meet with you more than Sundays

I want to know more than just my mother's faith

'Cause that's not enough to get through the rough

Oh, I need a Monday morning faith

I want to hear you in more than just one way

Show your voice in all of the mundane things

'Cause you're in the in between

You're in my everything

And that's all I really need

And my soul sings in the morning

I love the King and he loves me

And all that I'm compelled to bring

Is my everyday offering, ooh

Let my worship be more than just singing

When the music become a religious thing

Oh, let these songs be what they're meant to be

The sound of your church awakening

And help my heart to keep up with the heavens

You're more than enough to get through my rough

You're teaching me Monday morning faith

And that's all I really need

My soul sings in the morning

I love the King and he loves me

And all that I'm compelled to bring

Is my everyday offering

Your mercy's new every morning

I come alive as you're calling

And all that I'm compelled to bring

Is my everyday offering (it's every day)

And hell's not scared of a Sunday faith

If it only leads to empty praise

But what really makes darkness run

Is when the saints arise and praise in quiet

On Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday

To know you, to love you, to choose you first

On Thursday and Friday and Saturday

To see you, behold you in worship, singing

Hallelujah, holy, holy

Glory to the King of Kings

And hallelujah, holy, holy

All honor and glory belongs to you

And hallelujah, holy, holy

Glory to the King of Kings

And hallelujah, holy, holy

All honor and glory belongs to you (it belongs)

My soul sings in the morning

I love the King and he loves me

And all that I'm compelled to bring