Early Sunday morning
Grandma would wake me and say
Get up, it's time for you to pray, yeah
Your breakfast is waiting
But first you've got to get up and dress
Today is Sunday, it's the Lord's day of rest

So get up
You've got to find the spirit
So get up
And find, find the mighty, mighty spirit

And when I would get to church
The usher would take me to my seat
The sisters up front would be keeping the beat
The choir would be singing a song
And the deacons would be humming along
A sister jumped up and said, "I've been reborn", oh, yeah

Get up
You've got to find the spirit, yeah
Get up
And find the mighty, mighty spirit

And since then, a lot of time has passed
I finally found out what they meant at last
At last I found the mighty, mighty spirit, oh, yeah
Now every Sunday morning
I wake my children and say
Get up, it's time for you to pray
(Daddy, I'm tired. Don't I have to get up now?)
Get up, it's time for you to pray, yeah
Get up, get up
And find the mighty, mighty spirit
Yeah, yeah

Get up
You've got to find the spirit, yeah
Get up, get up
And find the mighty, mighty spirit, whoa, yeah...