Preachers preach on sundays that we better

Mend our ways

That we better leave the worldly things

Lying where they lay

But the world is pounded into us

Until our minds are shattered

Taking us away from things in life that really matter

Give a little

Thought to god and hope will soon be there

But we'll rarely get the victory

On the wings of just one prayer

On sunday morning all the boats upon the sea are docked

As preachers give encouragement

And prayers within their talks

By sunday afternoon the boats are tossing in the sea

Struck by winds of fear and doubt

And negativity

We give a little thought to god

And hope we'll soon be there

But we'll rarely get the victory

On the wings of just one prayer

I struggle in my apathy cause life is often good

But if I take the time to see I don't do as I should

This world tempts me daily

With things to do and buy

While I take for granted that god sent his son to die

We give a little thought to god

And hope we'll soon be there

But we'll rarely get the victory

On the wings of just one prayer

Will I die and go to heaven

Or die and go to hell

Did not my fate mean more to me

Than only time will tell

My carpet should be worn

Where my knees have hit the floor

I pray the church will come to see

That faith requires more

We give a little thought to god

And hope will soon be there

But we'll rarely get the victory

On the wings of just one prayer

We give a little thought to god

And hope will soon be there

But we'll rarely get the victory

On the wings of just one prayer

On the wings of just one prayer

On the wings of just one prayer

We'll rarely get the victory

On the wings of just one prayer