Mothers Favorite Child, Spring The Artist - Sunday Lyrics

You take me to church
I was always the religious type
But baby your words
They make me
Say 'thank you'
To the most high
You made me a believer
Didn't wanna receive ya
At first
Now you are such a blessin'
Dissipating all my stressin'
Now I'm immersed
You got me wrapped in your touch
Clinging to your every
Word
I never felt love
But somehow I think this might
Work
 
You take me church
Singing like it's the first Sunday of the month
My soul deserves
Someone like you
I know that you're the one
 
You made me a believer
Didn't wanna receive ya
At first
Now you are such a blessin'
Dissipating all my stressin'
Now I'm immersed
You got me wrapped in your touch
Clinging to your every
Word
I never felt love
But somehow I think this might
Work
 
You take me to church
Taking up space on my pew and I'm not complaining
I thank God
That you're mine
I claim it

You take me to church
I was always the religious type
But baby your words
They make me
Say 'thank you'
To the most high
You made me a believer
Didn't wanna receive ya
At first
Now you are such a blessin'
Dissipating all my stressin'
Now I'm immersed
You got me wrapped in your touch
Clinging to your every
Word
I never felt love
But somehow I think this might
Work
 
You take me church
Singing like it's the first Sunday of the month
My soul deserves
Someone like you
I know that you're the one
 
You made me a believer
Didn't wanna receive ya
At first
Now you are such a blessin'
Dissipating all my stressin'
Now I'm immersed
You got me wrapped in your touch
Clinging to your every
Word
I never felt love
But somehow I think this might
Work
 
You take me to church
Taking up space on my pew and I'm not complaining
I thank God
That you're mine
I claim it