[Verse] Sunlight drips through cotton sheets, Coffee steams with gentle beats, Spin cycle hums a steady tune, Morning folds in soft maroon. [Pre-Chorus] Whispers in the walls, the past still sways, Old gospel records in a warm cascade. [Chorus] Oh, sing me the quiet grace, In this Sunday, slow embrace, Laundry sways like melodies, Gospel echoes in the breeze. Oh, the calm that fills the room, Like a prayer in sweet perfume, Hold me in this gentle sound, Where my heart is truly found. [Verse] Threads of memory, stitch the air, Faded colors, worn with care, Each note a brush upon the soul, Soft and smoky, making whole. [Pre-Chorus] Whispers in the walls, the past still sways, Old gospel records in a warm cascade. [Chorus] Oh, sing me the quiet grace, In this Sunday, slow embrace, Laundry sways like melodies, Gospel echoes in the breeze. Oh, the calm that fills the room, Like a prayer in sweet perfume, Hold me in this gentle sound, Where my heart is truly found. [Bridge] In these moments, all suspended, Time dissolves, the world’s upended, Harmony in simple things, Quiet peace the morning brings. [Chorus] Oh, sing me the quiet grace, In this Sunday, slow embrace, Laundry sways like melodies, Gospel echoes in the breeze. Oh, the calm that fills the room, Like a prayer in sweet perfume, Hold me in this gentle sound, Where my heart is truly found. [Outro] Softly now, the day unwinds, Gospel songs and cotton lines, In the hush, I’m home again, Sunday morning’s soft refrain.