When I was just a kid, my mom was on my back
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She used to snatch me out of bed on Sunday morning
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Head to Sunday School then straight to church
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When the preacher starts, I start yawning
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I was tired and read' to go
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I couldn't wait to leave
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But the choir sang - they were off the chain
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I started feeling differently
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They were swinging from side to side
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Some lady said pass the mic
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They were singing His praises I cried
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Felt the spirit take over inside
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It took over and made me shout
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I caught myself and tried to close my mouth
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I let it go and started shouting loud
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I finally knew what the preacher's talking about
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I found the message in the music
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I found the message in the music
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I found the message in the music
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I found the message in the music
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When I was old enough, I used to hit the clubs
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Me and my girls spent all night partying
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When I got in the house, finally laying down
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Couldn't make myself get up on Sunday morning
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It came to me in a tragedy I needed God to see
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So I found my way back to the church
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And the choir spoke to me yeah
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(Bridge)
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(Chorus)
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Message In The Music
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| Debra Killings |
