Sunday Covenant

Verse 1

Sunday lands like dust on everything that hurried

No clock dares to rush the morning after

Light comes slow, it earns its place on the wall

Time bends its knee — no hurry, no call

The city holds its breath between the hours

Even stone and steel defer to these powers

Something older than the week rests here

A gentle force that pulls the noise to somewhere far from here

Chorus

Oh Sunday, you carry no weight

You fold the hours soft and late

No yesterday, no tomorrow to chase

Just this silence holding its place

Verse 2

Coffee in the cup, steam rising like prayer

The body still remembers how to just be there

No destination waiting at the door

Sunday asks for nothing — gives you more

I've seen the week devour itself in motion

But this — this is the tide between the ocean

The pause that holds the music in the measure

A day that spends itself in its own pleasure

Chorus

Oh Sunday, you carry no weight

You fold the hours soft and late

No yesterday, no tomorrow to chase

Just this silence holding its place

Bridge

They say God rested on the seventh day

Maybe rest is the sacred thing

Maybe stillness is the oldest law

And Sunday is just the universe

breathing out

Instrumental Solo

Chorus

Oh Sunday, you carry no weight

You fold the hours soft and late

No yesterday, no tomorrow to chase

Just this silence holding its place

Outro

Time on Sunday

answers to no one

Time on Sunday

already done