Sunday Morning Sirens

Stained glass shaking blue
We kept singing through sirens

Third pew back on the left side
Sunlight folded through the glass
Sister Ruth sang low alto
Like a candle learning sky
Then a siren cut through the morning
Red and blue across the wall
A boy grabbed his grandmother's coat
When every heart heard the call
We came for peace in Sunday clothes
But faith felt less like hiding here
Than asking what the song could do

No one said we were not afraid
No one smiled the fear away
We just stood inside the shaking
And gave the fear a place to pray

Sunday Morning Sirens
We kept singing through the blue
Scared but held in Your hands
Mercy louder than the sirens

Blue light on the stained glass
Hope came walking down
We kept singing through sirens
We kept praying through fear
Lord if the world is breaking
Meet us here meet us here

The worship leader lowered his microphone
And let the room become the lead
A nurse still wearing night shift shoes
Whispered grace for what she had seen
The hymn we knew since childhood
Suddenly had weight and bone
Because peace is not the silence
When the street is still in need
Peace is hands held in the trembling
And a song that learns to kneel

Faith is not a locked door
Keeping all the bad news out
It is bread passed through the shaking
It is love that turns around
It is hearing Sunday sirens
And still making mercy sound
Lord make us more than music
When the last chord fades away

Who do we sing for?
The city
Who do we pray for?
The street
Sing for the nurse on the night shift
Sing
Sing for the boy in the second row
Sing
Lord stay near
Stay near

Blue light on the stained glass
Hope came walking down
We kept singing through sirens
We kept praying through fear
Lord if the world is breaking
Send us there send us there

Sunday Morning Sirens
We kept singing through the blue
Scared but held in Your hands
Mercy louder than the sirens

We kept singing
Through the Sunday Morning Sirens
We kept singing