monday morning gratitude

I wanna meet with you more than just Sundays

I wanna know more than just my mother's faith
'Cause that's not enough to get through my rough
Oh, I need a Monday morning faith

I wanna hear you in more than just one way
Show your voice in all of the mundane things
You're in the in-between
You're in my everything
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

Your mercy is new every morning
I come alive as you call me
And all that I'm compelled to bring
Is my everyday offering
Ooh

So let my worship be more than just singing
When did music become a religious thing
So let these songs be
What they're meant to be
The sound of your church awakening

And help my heart to keep up with the heavens
Where the angels sing
Grace, 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
Is my everyday offering

Your mercy is new every morning
I come alive as you call me
And all that I'm compelled to bring
Is my everyday offering
Ooh

So I throw up my hands
And praise you
Again and again
'Cause all that I have is a hallelujah
Hallelujah

And I know it's not much
But I have
Nothing else fit for a King
Except for a hallelujah, hallelujah
Oohs

So come on my soul
Oh, don't you get shy on me
Lift up your song
Cause you got a lion inside of those lungs
Get up and praise the Lord

So come on my soul
Oh, don't you get shy on me
Lift up your song
Cause you got a lion inside of those lungs
Get up and praise the Lord

'Cause hell's not scared of a Sunday faith
If it only leads to an empty praise
What really makes darkness run
Is when the saints all rise
And praise in choir

On Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday
To know you and love you and choose you first
On Thursday and Friday and Saturday
To see you, behold you, and worship singing

Hallelujah, holy, holy, glory to the King of kings
Hallelujah, holy, holy, honor and glory belongs to you

I throw up my hands and praise you again and again
Cause all that I have is a hallelujah, hallelujah

And I know it's not much
But I have
Nothing else fit for a King

Except for a heart singing hallelujah
Hallelujah