| 6:30 Monday morning |
| I’m here hiding in my bed |
| A song plays on my alarm clock |
| As I cover up my head |
| But somewhere in the distance |
| I remember yesterday |
| Singing «Hallelujah» |
| Full of wonder, awe and grace |
| But now I’m just wondering |
| Why I don’t feel anything |
| At all |
| This is a moment made for worshipping |
| Cause this is a moment I’m alive |
| And this is a moment I was made to sing |
| A song of living sacrifice |
| For every moment that I live and breathe |
| This is a moment made for worshipping |
| When I’m praying with my children |
| As they’re running off to school |
| When I kiss my wife good morning |
| Just to say I still love you |
| When I’m feeling love and happy |
| When I’m feeling all alone |
| When I’m failing to remember |
| All the love that I’ve been shown |
| Every single beat of my heart |
| Is another new place to start |
| To know |
| This is a moment made for worshipping |
| Cause this is a moment I’m alive |
| And this is a moment I was made to sing |
| A song of living sacrifice |
| For every moment that I live and breathe |
| This is a moment made for worshipping |
| Every single beat of my heart |
| Is another new place to start |
| Right now |
| This is a moment made for worshipping |
| Cause this is a moment I’m alive |
| And this is a moment I was made to sing |
| A song of living sacrifice |
| For every moment that I live and breathe |
| This is a moment made for worshipping |
| From the rising of the sun |
| To the setting the sun |
| The name of the Lord is worthy to be praised |