Sunday with the Boys

[Verse 1 – soft and simple]
I wake ’em up with gentle hands
Shirts laid out, scriptures planned
Pancakes flipping in the pan
Still learning how to be both mom and man

The little one says, “Are we late?”
I say, “Not if we pass the gate”
We tie our ties, we shine our shoes
And try to live what we once knew

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[Chorus – sweet and sacred]
It’s Sunday with the boys again
And though she’s gone, the light remains
We pass the bread with quiet pride
We feel her near on every side
I lead the prayer, they close their eyes
And in their faith, I recognize
That heaven’s not so far away
On Sunday with the boys

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[Verse 2 – storytelling, cheerful and true]
We sit in pews, third row from back
The youngest leans, the eldest tracks
We sing “Redeemer of My Soul”
They hum the tune she used to know

We write her name in tithing slips
They whisper thoughts from gospel clips
And when they raise their hands to speak
It’s like she’s speaking through the weak

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[Chorus – fuller, but tender]
It’s Sunday with the boys again
A sacred start, a gentle end
We bake, we talk, we laugh, we try
We hold the Spirit when we cry
And though her chair is still and bare
We feel her standing with us there
The veil is thin, the light is wide
On Sunday with the boys

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[Bridge – soft piano, whisper-like vocals]
Sometimes I kneel and don’t know how
But then I see their faces now
And I remember what she taught:
“To lead with love, not just with thought”

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[Final Chorus – lifted with quiet power]
It’s Sunday with the boys again
She left her mark in hearts of men
I read from Alma, they pass the tray
And little hands learn how to pray
I feel her in their morning eyes
In every “yes, Dad” and “Jesus Christ”
We’re walking toward eternal joys
One Sunday at a time…
With the boys

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[Outro – spoken like a whisper of testimony:]
“She built the house —
I’m just keeping the Spirit in it.”

Warm gospel-folk feel. Piano, light acoustic guitar, upright bass, and subtle harmonies