SUNDAYS

In the midst of the turmoil of life’s busy way,
Comes Sunday, the Lord’s own special day,
If we turn away from work and frivolity,
We’ll feel of the blessing that should be.

The blessing of coming close to Jesus the Lord,
Listening with reverence to His holy word,
Sing songs of praise with voice and with heart,
So be spiritually fed before Sunday departs.

I love Sundays, for some in the world stand still
And listen and pray to mind out the Master’s will,
I love the strength it gives to my body and mind
As I learn more about Jesus, so gentle and kind.

Why don’t more of His children see the joy on His day?
Come and worship Him in their own special way?
Feel the love that flows as we worship at His feet,
Learning of the path to follow one day Him to meet.

I’ll try and keep this day holy, do His sweet will,
Trying to keep the commandments so my life to fill
With songs of praise, so that my happy heart sings
Resounding songs of praise and true joy bring.

M Ann Margetson © September 16, 2001