Living It Out Every Day

Sunday morning, coffee's burning, Bibles open wide. Preacher hit me right between the

eyes. Said faith without works is dead and gone. I nodded hard,

sang every song. Walked out feeling 10 feet tall but the parking lot's just the

start of it all. When the sermon ends and Monday comes calling.

When the feeling fades and the world starts falling, I'm still gonna stand,

still gonna fight. Still gonna walk in that Sunday light. 'Cause James 1:22

didn't say here and sit still. It said be a doer, go live it

for real. Lord, I'm living it out Monday to Sunday.