If I Had A Million - Pat Green

The Preacher's Sermon
Lyrics By: Thomas W. Peterson AKA RedHeart 
 ©COPYRIGHT 9-9-25 All Rights Reserved ©


(Verse 1)
Sunday morning light streams through the stained glass windows high
Old wooden pews are creaking as the faithful gather nigh
Bibles rustling, pages turning, whispered prayers fill the air
As we bow our heads in silence, knowing God is always there
The preacher takes his place behind that worn and weathered stand
With calloused heart and gentle voice, he speaks of God's great plan

(Chorus)
In the heart of the sermon, we find our way home
Through the valleys of doubt, we're never alone
His words cut like lightning, they heal like the rain
In the preacher's sermon, we're born again
We're born again

(Verse 2)
He speaks of grace and mercy for the lost and broken soul
Of second chances waiting for the hearts that aren't quite whole
He tells of David's courage and of Job's enduring faith
How love can conquer hatred and how hope can conquer hate
His voice grows strong and steady as he shares the Gospel truth
That salvation's free for all of us, from old age down to youth

(Chorus)
In the heart of the sermon, we find our way home
Through the valleys of doubt, we're never alone
His words cut like lightning, they heal like the rain
In the preacher's sermon, we're born again
We're born again

(Bridge)
Come Monday morning when the world gets hard to bear
When temptation calls my name and I'm struggling with despair
I remember what he told us 'bout the narrow path we walk
How faith can move the mountains and how prayer's our way to talk
To the One who knows our struggles, who sees our every tear
Who whispers in the darkness, "Child, I'm always here"

(Final Chorus)
In the heart of the sermon, we find our way home
Through the valleys of doubt, we're never alone
His words cut like lightning, they heal like the rain
In the preacher's sermon, we're born again
We're born again

(Outro)
Sunday evening shadows fall across the empty pews
But the preacher's sermon lives on in the hearts of me and you
Guiding every step we take until we meet again
In the house of God almighty, where the sermon never ends
Where the sermon never ends



The Preacher's Sermon 9-9-25

All Lyric's Written By Ken Capozzi All Rights Reserved
Music and Arrangement Done By The Suno App

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