Monday Morning Faith (Live)

Oh yeah
We want to meet with you
Holy Spirit

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
And you're in my everything
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
Ohh, oh-oh oh-oh ohh
Ohhh yeah
Ohhh yeah
Oh we worship You

Let my worship be more than just singing
When did music become a religious thing?
Let these songs be what thеy're meant to be
Thе sound of your church awakening
Help my heart to keep up with the heavens
Where the angels sing 24-7 praise
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
Ohh, is my everyday offering (your mercy's new)
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

And hell's not scared of a Sunday faith
If it only leads to empty praise
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, and 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 honour and glory belongs to you
Hallelujah, holy, holy
Glory to the King of Kings
And hallelujah, holy, holy
All honour and glory belongs to you (we sing hallelujah)
Hallelujah, holy, holy
Glory to the King of Kings
And hallelujah, holy, holy
All honour and glory belongs to you

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

My soul sings in the morning
I love the King and he loves me
And all that I'm compelled to bring
All that I'm compelled to bring
All that I'm compelled to bring
Is my everyday offering