[Lyrics for Carrie Newcomer – Holy As The Day Is Spent]
Holy As A Day Is Spent
Holy is the dish and drain
The soap and sink, the cup and plate
And the warm wool socks, and the cold white tile
Showerheads and good dry towels
And frying eggs sound like psalms
With a bit of salt measured in my palm
Its all a part of a sacrament
As holy as a day is spent
Holy is the busy street
And cars that boom with passions beat
And the check out girl, Counting change
And hymns of geese fly overhead
And spread their wings like their parents did
Blessed be the dog
That runs in her sleep
To chase that wild and elusive thing
Holy is a familiar room and the quiet moments in the afternoon
And folding sheets like folding hands
To pray as only laundry can
Im letting go of all my fears
Like autumn leaves of earth and air
For summer came and summer went
As holy as a day is spent
Holy is the place I stand
To give whatever small good I can
The empty page, the open book
Redemption everywhere I look
Unknowingly we slow our pace
In the shade of unexpected grace
With grateful smiles and sad lament
As holy as a day is spent
And morning light sings providence
As holy as a day is spent