Seven whole days, not one in Seven
Should I praise you Lord, like your angels in heaven
Other days I call them friends, but Sunday they are brethren
I forget you several times, but on that day you are sovereign
For several hours I give you my all, then the day breaks and it’s forgotten
Twenty fours go by, but yours is but a tiny portion
My heart wants to do right, to worship you right and give you all glorification
So today I start with a song, I will sing for you, each and every day, not one in seven.