Sunday

 April 27, 2014

Sunday

I love Sundays! Those mornings dawn

With certain anticipation:

One of excitement of joining

In worship-participation!

The air smells fresher, the light more cheerful,
(Even on rainy Sundays!).

“We’re going to meet with brethren at church

And join together in praise!”

We move along preparing ourselves

In mind, in body, in heart,

Looking ahead to the service

Of which we can all be a part.

What joy! What grace! That sinful men

Are allowed, through Christ, to worship!

The Holy Ghost has claimed our souls

And causes our heart to adore Him!

We don our clothes, the best we have,

And take our Bibles in hand.

We gather our offerings for the Lord

To give to the church and His man.

We pick up a pen and notebook,

For there’s always something to learn.

The Lord will give us wisdom

Through His people and His Word.

The distance to our destination

Gives time to reflect or share thoughts.

The trip does nothing to dampen

Or quell the desire of our hearts.

And what is this hope, this desire?

To have the dear Lord meet us there

As we gather together to worship

Through singing, or readings, or prayer.

Oh, Lord, meet us, help us, come to us!

We claim no worth of our own;

We seek Thy Holy, sweet Presence

Only through Thy Precious Son.

Thank Thee for Sundays so special,

A day set aside for our rest,

A day we, together, give glory

To Thou Who deservest our best!