Lyrics

Sunday morning, his face is shining
Pressed and polished, scripted words
Surface worship, empty singing
His heart's hiding secrets left unheard

Whispers in the hallway, glances passing by
Measuring the outside, never asking why

It’s Judgment Day, but he just calls it Sunday
His heart's dressed up while he's drifting away
Trading grace for gossip, turning love into a score
Church should be an open door, not a courtroom floor
We're just beggars finding our way
Longing for mercy on Judgment Day

The Lord said, “Judge not, or you’ll be judged the same”
But we’re quick to draw the line.
Mercy was His message, but we trade it for our pride
Forgetting all the grace that we’ve been given in our lives

Whispers in the hallway, glances passing by
Measuring the outside, never asking why

It’s Judgment Day, but we just call it Sunday
Our hearts dressed up while we're drifting away
Trading grace for gossip, turning love into a score
Church should be an open door, not a courtroom floor
We're just beggars finding our way
Longing for mercy on Judgment Day

There's a day that's coming, every secret will be known
But the cross has spoken mercy, let its verdict be our own
So let's lay down our gavels, let grace have its way
Forgiven, we forgive, mercy's here to stay

It’s Judgment Day, let mercy rule our Sunday
Our hearts transformed, no longer drifting away
Trading gossip for grace, turning love into more
Church is an open door, not a courtroom floor
We're just beggars who found our way
Living in His mercy on Judgment Day