Sunday service in the sand, God I'm thankful for this land. I see you as far as I can see. Words can't paint what you mean to me. Whoa, whoa, watching them whitecaps crashing over my scenes. Whoa, whoa, don't think heaven can get much closer than this. Sending up a beach chair prayer, I'm talking to the man upstairs. Gotta tell him how grateful that I am. I can feel the salt water working, hot tides taking me to church. I can't help but raise my hands to another Sunday service in the sand. Teal water sunrise, gulf side view, I start my day on a tailgate pew. Seagulls singing them holy hymns, oh God, I love to sing along with them. When I'm sending up a beach chair prayer, I'm talking to the man upstairs. Gotta tell him how grateful that I am. I can feel the salt water working, hot tides taking me to church. I can't help but raise my hands to another Sunday service in the sand, service in the sand. Whoa, whoa, watching them whitecaps crashing over my scenes. Whoa, whoa, don't think heaven can get much closer than this. I'm sending up a beach chair prayer, I'm talking to the man upstairs. Gotta tell him how grateful that I am. I can feel the salt water working, hot tides taking me to church. I can't help but raise my hands to another Sunday service in the sand, service in the sand. Sunday service in the sand. God, I'm grateful for this land. Satsang with Mooji www.mooji.org