She came home from work after a long hard day

Set her keys on the counter, began to pray

Oh God, I need you more than ever

My hope is lost, can't be found

Threw her hands in the air

Knees hit the ground

And she cried

Jesus I surrender

So take my hand and lead me home

Take me back to the place where you saved my soul

Down the old dirt road is a little white church

Where the memories linger

And people search for amazing grace

That sweet, sweet heavenly sound

Of that old time religion that's good for me

Little children singing 'round the sycamore tree

As we count our blessings

Beneath that southern sky

Oh I need a break from this world sometimes

Take me back to church

Take me back to church

Take me back to where money was a matter so small

Just as I am was an altar call

And the neighbors would always lend a helping hand

We were there for each other no matter what for

And every church had an open door

And that preacher man

He knew you by your name

We get so busy in life these days

When it's all smooth sailing we forget to pray

So take my hand and lead me home

Take me back to the place where you saved my soul

Down the old dirt road is a little white church

Where the memories linger and people search for amazing grace

That sweet, sweet heavenly sound

Of that old time religion that's good for me

Little children singing 'round the sycamore tree

As we count our blessings beneath that southern sky

Oh I need a break from this world sometimes

Oh God we need Your love in this busy life

So Take me back to church

Take me back to church