SUNDAY MORNINGS

I remember Sunday mornings when I was quite young,

Our day didn't start till Grampa's favorite song was sung.

"When The Roll Is Called Up Yonder" was the start of our day,

Then at the breakfast table we'd bow our heads and pray.

When the meal was finished and the dishes were all done,

Grampa would say, "Let's go visit with the Father and his Son"

We'd drive to the little Church just down the road,

'cause Grampa said we had some seed that needed to be sowed.

I'd sit in our pew, my Bible clutched in my small hand,

In anticipation of a Sunday service really very grand.

We'd sing the old songs and the preacher would shout,

When he was through, you knew what sinning was all about.

I'd scoot close to Grampa and he'd whisper "don't you fear,

You're still a young girl and your soul is crystal clear".

Well, now I've grown a lot older and this is no longer true,

My soul is marked with sin, but I know what to do.

This Sunday I'll go with Grampa to where they meet with one accord,

'cause to miss another Sunday is something my soul can't afford.

I'll sit in that same pew, my childhood Bible by my side,

And pray Gods' love and forgiveness will in my soul abide.

(Author: Pamela G. Smith)

Copyright ©1997

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(used with permission from Pamela)

A Special Thank You

To Pamela for allowing me to use

this poem on my web site,

and to my special friends

Bette & Ken

Copyrighted © July 14, 2001 by Angel45_2B

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