Sunday Morning

It's Sunday Morning
Church bells Ringing
The Lord is calling
The choir Singing
Christians sit in church
Waiting for a spiritual touch
It is here we plead forgiveness
From our Iniquities
We can feel his presence
And live our lives in Tranquility

The Preacher stepped on the podium
In an atmosphere devoid of pandemonium
He had a message to deliver
Which made the congregation shiver
About the Coming of the Lord
And the End of Time
This was the spoken word
We have to cross the line
The Church was in total silence
As we felt the word’s essence

The people were filled
With wisdom and knowledge
They were ready to make their lives
Worthy of Emulation
This was a feeling
We experienced once in a week
In a special way
On a Sunday

We see the need to please our maker
That we do not fall prey to the soul taker
The Preacher creates awareness
And demands our readiness
To be counted among the righteous
The courteous and virtuous
That will see the Lord on that day
And leave the world to decay
But, do we have to get this sensation only once in a week?
The Kingdom of God, we must seek
If we would exude holiness to the peak
Righteousness is for everyday of our lives
And not reserved for Sunday morning