Sunday Morning Dust

Verse 1
Sunlight creeping through the window pane
Washing off the dirt and the weekly strain
Dusty records spinning on a silver platter
Finding peace of mind, nothing else can matter

Chorus
Lord, lift my feet up off the heavy floor
Open up a window and a wooden door
I can feel the spirit in the quiet room
Watch the winter garden start to bloom

Verse 2
Needle drops and scratches on the vintage groove
Feel the warm bassline make my spirit move
No more running circles in the daily race
Just a little moment of His saving grace

Chorus
Lord, lift my feet up off the heavy floor
Open up a window and a wooden door
I can feel the spirit in the quiet room
Watch the winter garden start to bloom

Outro
Just a little grace in the dust
In His love we trust