Sunday Morning

It's another Sunday morning
It's time to listen for God's voice again
As members of our christian faith gather
To praise His Holy Name

We come to sing His praises
And to hear a message of love
When we are reminded how much He cares
Even the angels sing above

He heals our wounded hearts
And opens our blind eyes
And in the serenity of that moment
He hears all sinners cries

When the service is over
And we all rush away
It's time to leave behind the piety
And watch tv or find games to play

How can our Lord keep watching us
And not feel He's doing enough?
My friends He loves all sinners
And His word is not a bluff

We learn to speak with Him
And to confess our many sins
And though I still have some problems
My glad heart soars on wings


~ Eva May Young ~
08-12-2008

It gives me a warm feeling in my heart to write poetry.  I am a "Golden Ager" shut-in and writing keeps my mind busy with something I've done ever since I was a child, and it's my way of sharing our LORD with who ever comes to visit.  Thanks for reading my poetry - I'd love to hear your comments.  May God richly bless you.  Send emails to:   EvaYoung@SkyWriting.Net

[ by: Eva May Young Copyright © 2008 ( EvaYoung@SkyWriting.Net ) -- submitted by: Eva Young ]