Any given Sunday Folks are congregating In cathedrals and gymnasiums And everything between There's liturgy that some say And some are rock 'n rollin' But rest assured most everyone Will take an offering There's confusion and confession Interruption, intercession Holiness and imperfection Any given Sunday Any given Sunday Preachers do their preaching Some with whispers, some with shouts They all go way past noon And you can count on singing There's every kind of music There's hymns and Bach and folk and pop And most of it's in tune Hearts are mending, hearts are breaking There's some giving and some taking Some folks find what some are faking Any given Sunday And God is in His heaven, but He's also in those pews I bet sometimes He's angry, and that sometimes He's amused But we can know for certain that His heart is always moved By the praises of His children Yeah, He's always glad to hear them And that's why it really matters That two or more are gathered Any given Sunday Any given Sunday We get to remember In the bread and in the wine Just as we are, we come And in those holy moments Every heart that's tender Joins with those around the world Who love and know the Son 'Cause there's an everlasting song The saints of every time belong And we can come and join the throng On any given Sunday