Sunday Dress in My Closet

[Verse 1]

I still smell starch on that Sunday dress

Grandma’s hands

Fixing my hair

Saying “baby

You’re blessed”

Hard week

Hard town

We carried our blues

Down cracked stone steps to a front-row pew

[Chorus]

When the choir stood up

I remembered who I was

Every hallelujah shook the dust off my heart

Voices like thunder

Tears like rain

They sang my hurt into a different name

When the choir stood up

I wasn’t scared of my scars

Found a little more fight in those four church walls

I was breaking

I was tired

I was breaking

I was tired

But I found my strength in the choir

[Verse 2]

Mama worked late

But her Bible stayed open on the chair

I ran from the world

But those old rough voices met me there

One high note

Made my knees hit the floor

Felt every “amen” like a knock on my door

[Chorus]

When the choir stood up

I remembered who I was

Every hallelujah shook the dust off my heart

Voices like thunder

Tears like rain

They sang my hurt into a different name

When the choir stood up

I wasn’t scared of my scars

Found a little more fight in those four church walls

I was breaking

I was tired

But I found my strength in the choir

[Bridge]

Now when this world tries to pull me apart

I close my eyes

And I go back to that part

Old wood floor

Worn-out fans turning slow

And a little girl learning she’s loved

Body and soul (ohh)

[Chorus]

When the choir stands up

I remember who I am

Every hallelujah shakes the dust off my heart

Voices like thunder

Tears like rain

They sing my fear into a braver name

When the choir stands up

I’m not scared of my scars

There’s a fire in my bones in those four church walls

I was breaking

I was tired

Now I walk in strong with the choir (yeah)