SUNDAY MORNING

I really do not miss those days
when on Sunday mornings I'd give God praise.
Then all through the rest of the week,
with greed and lust and guilt I'd sneak.

I really thought that life was swell
except -- the part about going to hell.
On the preacher's words I would rely,
but that just could not satisfy.

With all the things of life I'd live,
for one hour on Sunday, would He forgive?


Then one day I heard God say,
"I created you in just this way.
And there is nothing you can do
that will ever make me stop loving you."

"You have my love and always will,
but to love yourself is the real thrill.
"There is no good without the bad.
This really doesn't make me sad.

All the evil you think you do
doesn't bother me -- it bothers you.
All these things of life, you see,
are only lessons to you from me.

Take my hand and through life we'll go.
I've created much I'm eager to show.
Just don't judge the actions of another.
If you love yourself, you love your brother."

Now God and I go hand in hand
I hear the music - He leads the band.
God helps me with every task
and all I have to do is ask.

God turns all my work to play.
She is at my side. I know she'll stay.
God ! we're so busy all the time
I write the words - she makes them rhyme.

Now I go to Church because I'm so blessed.
I give God this hour -- He needs the rest.

Copyright 1997 Steve Sauter

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January 26, 2008