When I was just a kid, my mom was on my back

She used to snatch me out of bed on Sunday morning

Head to Sunday School then straight to church

When the preacher starts, I start yawning

I was tired and read' to go

I couldn't wait to leave

But the choir sang - they were off the chain

I started feeling differently



They were swinging from side to side

Some lady said pass the mic

They were singing His praises I cried

Felt the spirit take over inside

It took over and made me shout

I caught myself and tried to close my mouth

I let it go and started shouting loud

I finally knew what the preacher's talking about



I found the message in the music

I found the message in the music

I found the message in the music

I found the message in the music



When I was old enough, I used to hit the clubs

Me and my girls spent all night partying

When I got in the house, finally laying down

Couldn't make myself get up on Sunday morning

It came to me in a tragedy I needed God to see

So I found my way back to the church

And the choir spoke to me yeah



(Bridge)



(Chorus)