| Early Sunday morning
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| Grandma would wake me and say
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| Get up, it’s time for you to pray. |
| yeah
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| Your breakfast is waiting
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| But first you gotta get up and dress
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| Today is Sunday, it’s the lords day of rest
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| Get up!
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| You gotta find the spirit
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| Get up
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| and find find the mighty, mighty spirit
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| And when I would get to church
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| The Usher would take me to my seat
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| The Sisters up front would be keeping the beat
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| The Choir would be singing the song
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| And the Deacons would be humming along
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| A Sister jumped up and said I’ve been reborn
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| Oh yeah.
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| And since then, a lot of time has passed
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| I finally found out what they meant at last
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| At last I found, the mighty mighty spirit
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| Oh yeah
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| Now every single morning
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| I wake my children and say
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| Get up! |
| It’s time for you to pray
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| …Daddy I’m tired, do I have to get up now
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| Get up! |
| It’s time for you to pray. |
| yeah |