I sat down in an old church pew
Same way that I always do
Every Sunday morning since I was a kid
And for some reason I couldn’t help
Thinking ‘bout the tales that bench could tell
Of people who sat here just like this
People full of faith
People full of doubt
People just best
To figure out
they’ve got stories
They’ve got much that they’ve seen
of saints, the of sinners
And bit of in between
We for reasons
But Lord knows Jesus
And He’s always room for me you
here in this church pew
flowers rings
Users just clean
Doesn’t through that door
of amazing grace
Keep on ringing through this place
And us before
People lifting hands
People tears
beautiful broken
are welcome here
I sat down in an old church pew
Same way that I always do
Every Sunday morning since I was a kid
And for some reason I couldn’t help
Thinking ‘bout the tales that bench could tell
Of people who sat here just like this
People full of faith
People full of doubt
People just best
To figure out
they’ve got stories
They’ve got much that they’ve seen
of saints, the of sinners
And bit of in between
We for reasons
But Lord knows Jesus
And He’s always room for me you
here in this church pew
flowers rings
Users just clean
Doesn’t through that door
of amazing grace
Keep on ringing through this place
And us before
People lifting hands
People tears
beautiful broken
are welcome here