Any Given Sunday

Any given Sunday

Folks are congregating

In cathedrals and gymnasiums

And everything between

There's liturgy that some say

And some are rock 'n rollin'

But rest assured most everyone

Will take an offering

There's confusion and confession

Interruption, intercession

Holiness and imperfection

Any given Sunday

Any given Sunday

Preachers do their preaching

Some with whispers, some with shouts

They all go way past noon

And you can count on singing

There's every kind of music

There's hymns and Bach and folk and pop

And most of it's in tune

Hearts are mending, hearts are breaking

There's some giving and some taking

Some folks find what some are faking

Any given Sunday

And God is in His heaven, but He's also in those pews

I bet sometimes He's angry, and that sometimes He's amused

But we can know for certain that His heart is always moved

By the praises of His children

Yeah, He's always glad to hear them

And that's why it really matters

That two or more are gathered

Any given Sunday

Any given Sunday

We get to remember

In the bread and in the wine

Just as we are, we come

And in those holy moments

Every heart that's tender

Joins with those around the world

Who love and know the Son

'Cause there's an everlasting song

The saints of every time belong

And we can come and join the throng

On any given Sunday