They meet every Thursday They're a worship team They meet every Thursday To develop a worship scheme To show how the Lord leans Through musical means
They meet every Thursday That's not quite church day But it's their rehearse day So they don't play the first way Which would be the worst way When worshipping on the church stage
They meet every Thursday To rehearse their music They've got the Holy Spirit And there's no way they'll lose it They'll continue to use it To save brothers from bruises They know what the truth is And they want to exude it
They meet every Thursday So surely I even heard they Come in on their birthday They say it's worth praise Not of their own ways But of the Lord's grace Glorifying Him is first place So they meet every Thursday
Between Sundays and the week to come, it’s Thursday wondering where the days have gone. The flow of tick tocking the passing through, when the rushing of the important is to pursue. Days just disappear to wondering grieve, while nights to sleep are to short to believe. Moon tides smile growing full of restless sleep, when that exhaustion only ask for that deep. The tragedy about time that just perish, when we cannot get hold of the now to cherish. Taking life by the day that forever last, so that we can celebrate it with a blast. No more promises for tomorrow as hope, and yesterdays regret a habit interlope. Thursdays from Latin is Jovis related to Jupiter, called the remover of all obstacles for the better. Then as we know everything can happen, on Thursdays even when you don’t know Latin.
On a day like today There seems at play Enormous confusion that clouds my way As I breathe, and walk, and speak Thoughts and feelings I long to leak If just one were to reach an ear My mind would surely be shrouded in fear Liberation from self-doubt seems far Common yet elusive as a falling star Returning to tasks that call Pretending to give it my all
You’re sad but there’s no reason to be sad Heart is throbbing But you can’t tell nobody As you have no reason to feel these things Make others laugh In hopes you’ll get that in return Heart continues to ache Why can’t y’all tell I’m hurting for reals