Sunday morning heart
Open up again
The light is coming softly
Through the curtains in
I woke up slow
With a weight I couldn’t name
Yesterday was heavy
But today feels less the same
There’s sunlight on the table
And a song inside the air
Like something kind was waiting
Just to meet me there
I made a little coffee
Let the silence stay
I didn’t try to hurry
All the hurt away
For once I stopped pretending
I had to be strong
And let the quiet morning
Tell me I belong
Maybe grace is simple
Maybe peace is near
Maybe I can breathe now
After all these years
Sunday morning heart
Learning how to heal
Finding little pieces
Of a hope that still feels real
Sunday morning heart
Softly coming through
I thought I lost the light
But it was waiting in the room
Sunday morning heart
Take me as I am
I am tired, I am tender
But I’m standing once again
There’s a church bell ringing
Somewhere down the street
Not too loud, just enough
To move something in me
I think of all the people
Who keep trying every day
With a smile in the morning
And a storm tucked away
I used to think that healing
Had to look like victory
But maybe it is waking
And making tea quietly
Maybe it is kindness
To the person I have been
Maybe it is opening
The locked door within
Maybe grace is simple
Maybe peace is near
Maybe I can breathe now
After all these years
Sunday morning heart
Learning how to heal
Finding little pieces
Of a hope that still feels real
Sunday morning heart
Softly coming through
I thought I lost the light
But it was waiting in the room
Sunday morning heart
Take me as I am
I am tired, I am tender
But I’m standing once again
I don’t need a miracle
To fall from the sky
I just need one honest breath
And the courage to try
I don’t need the answers
Written clear and bright
I just need a little faith
To walk into the light
Sunday morning heart
Learning how to heal
Finding little pieces
Of a hope that still feels real
Sunday morning heart
Softly coming through
I thought I lost the light
But it was waiting in the room
Sunday morning heart
Take me as I am
I am tired, I am tender
But I’m standing once again
Sunday morning heart
Open up again
The light is coming softly
Through the curtains in
