Sunday Morning
It’s Sunday
morning, the time has come
For us to go to church . . . Again
We go into prayer, on bended knee
Asking forgiveness, from our sin
We realize it’s just a little time
That we devote . . . Each week
To visit "The Lord" in His house
His love and strength, we seek
So we’ll get up from our beds
Leaving the sleep, that we crave
We’ll go to church, and thank the One
Who has risen from . . . His grave
It’s not so much, He asks from us,
Only to remember Him, in prayer
Although we visit Him, once a week
For us, He is . . . . Always there!
Judith Johnson Kypta
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