"Sunny Sunday Morning"
 by Raye Mcdonald 

 
Sunny Sunday morning,
   not too much of a
         crowd,
The organist is nervous
       and she plays
         the music loud.

The choir looks rather skimpy,
       with only five or six,
Looks like mostly women,
  With one fellow in the 
        mix.

Here comes Mr. Davis,
     on his walker,
clink, clank, click,
    He passes by a
 group of kids
And gives them all a
       wink.

In walks Mrs. Jackson
     all dressed so
        tastefully,
The women all admire her 
       for her
     femininity.

The preacher gets his robe on,
     and walks down the
         center aisle,
He is a kind and Godly man
   who always wears a
         smile.

"If you'll kindly find your songbook
       and turn to page
             forty three,
We'll sing all of the verses,
    of " LOVE LIFTED ME".

We hear a baby crying and
     a mother leaves her
            pew,
Headed for the nursery,
   She knows just
      what to
          do.

Sunny Sunday morning
     and we've gathered
          one by one
To hear the old old story
    of the Father and
        the Son.

And yes, we've been in worship,
      We've looked into
         God's face,
Our mission is before us,
      "Make the world
    a better place"