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
You're in my everything
And that's all I really need
And 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, ooh
Let my worship be more than just singing
When the music become a religious thing
Oh, 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
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's new every morning
I come alive as you're calling
And all that I'm compelled to bring
Is my everyday offering (it's every day)
And hell's not scared of a Sunday faith
If it only leads to empty praise
But 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, to 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 honor and glory belongs to you
And hallelujah, holy, holy
Glory to the King of Kings
And hallelujah, holy, holy
All honor and glory belongs to you (it belongs)
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 (yeah, yeah)
It's every day, every day
In the morning
In the evening
I walk with you, everyday