Here We Go

Here We Go

(written by Ray Scarbrough)

1

Sunday morning as the sun comes up.

Smell’n that coffee from my daddy’s cup.

Mama cook’n bacon in the fry’n pan.

Little sister’s in the kitchen giv’n Mom a hand.

Hurry! Get ready! Look’n at the clock.

Press my pants & find my socks.

Where’s my tie? How about my shirt.

It’s time to go. It’s time for church..

Chorus

Rise & shine It’s a brand new day..

We’re headed out & we won’t be late.

All the church is gathered round.

God’s com’n down to our hometown.

No time for wait’n or mov’n slow.

Get ready. O! Here we go!

2

Our Lord is com’n & it won’t be long.

We’ll all be sing’n that goodbye song.

Old Death may come & bury me

in a chilly grave so damp & deep.

To live is Christ. To die is gain.

If I go now He knows my name.

With an angels shout & a trumpet sound,

I’m bust’n out of that hard ground.

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