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It's Sunday Morning in this little town in this little town,
with people waking up in houses everywhere.
There's a woman in a kitchen eating breakfast all alone,
while another one's putting ribbons in her children's hair.
Many drive away to the church house down the street,
while others stay at home wondering what they all believe.
We have more in common than we ever choose to see.
We care about so many of the same things.
We all belong to one Father on high,
but we hardly think about it as we pass each other by. We're sisters.
Maybe you're the woman sitting in the front row,
singing praises to the Lord on high.
And maybe I'm the one, all the way in the back row,
who hardly sings at all and isn't there half the time.
Maybe you would think that we would never get along,
that I'm a hopeless cause, but you'd be wrong.
We have more in common than we ever choose to see.
We care about so many of the same things.
We all belong to one Father on high,
don't you think it might be time that we asked each other's names? We're sisters
Some of us are 80. Some of us 20.
Some of us are hungry. Some of have plenty.
Some of us are lonely, but few of us would be,
if we could only see that we're a family.
We have more in common than we ever choose to see.
We care about so many of the same things.
We all belong to the same God above,
and we all have things to learn about redeeming love. We're sisters.
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