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