Sunday Morning Ascension
Harry Manx
Your spirit left on a Sunday
Things were hot and kind of slow
Said a little prayer
'Cause, oh now, brother
It sure is hard to let you go
Might feel like there's no reason
We've all known that before
When the hands of God reach out for you
Lord, he's knocking down your door
Sunday Morning Ascension
Sunday Morning Ascension
Those of us who knew you
Man, we loved you as a friend
We'll always keep a light now burning, brother
That story never ends
But I coulda said some of this and that
I mighta done some more
But no one saw your boat coming in
Take you to that shore
Sunday Morning Ascension
Sunday Morning Ascension