Wende Snijders Sunday Morning Lyrics

Sunday dress Sunday hat She takes the book Opens the door Her brother is there, he says 'hello, Are you coming with me down the road?' From afar they hear the humming of the choir It's a hot day Morning light fills the space Everyone's there They rub the dust from their eyes Pray on white plastic chairs She cries for the Lord to save her soul How much strength does it take to hold on? We hear the humming of the choir It's a hot day