Come Sunday - Live

On Monday she is teaching school
On Tuesday he's a cop
On Wednesday she gives haircuts
In her small town beauty shop
On Thursday he's a business man
On Friday he'll plant wheat
On Saturday she drives a taxi
Through the city streets
But come Sunday in a place called home
Come Sunday they'll put on their robes
Come Sunday they'll be singing in the choir
Come Sunday God's children all come home
And they'll sing glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory they will sing
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory to the King
The Mondays of a lifetime here
Will only bring a sigh
The days, the weeks, the months, the years
How swiftly they flew by
The cares of life, the joys we knew
Just faded memories
When the Father calls His children home
To spend eternity
But come Sunday in a place called home
Come Sunday we'll put on our robes
Come Sunday we'll be singing in the choir
Come Sunday God's children will all be home
And they'll sing glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory we will sing
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory to the King
Glory glory to the King
Glory glory to the King