Take me to church on a sunday
If not we could go on a monday
Counting up all the blessings
Feels just like a field day
Counting up all the blessings
Hold on, need to pray
To get through all the bad days
I thank God
Put all my sins on an ashtray
To keep me from being lost
Feeling less exhaust
All for a low-cost
I see through the flowers
The work being put in
Time being in hours
Tell me what's mine
Is it ours
Tell me what's mine
Is it ours
Feeling so good
Sunshine on my face
I'm glad I got
Through the dark phase
Get through all the haze
Took time, glad it wasn't a race
Finally had it in my ways
No this not glaze
Take me to church on a sunday
If not we could go on a monday
Counting up all the blessings
Feels just like a field day
Counting up all the blessings
Hold on, need to pray
Take me to church on a sunday
If not we could go on a monday
Counting up all the blessings
Feels just like a field day
Counting up all the blessings
Hold on, need to pray
