Sitting at my computer thinking about my parents on Sunday morning. they've been gone for a long time but they are never forgotten or unappreciated.
It's Early Sunday Morning by Franklin Price 7/24/2016 It's early Sunday morning The Church will open soon Services beginning early 'Til a little after noon When I was young we always went Sunday morning, Sunday night To learn the power of the Lord And what was wrong and right Praised his name with song and prayer The Reverend preached the word We left renewed and feeling good Resolved to live by what we heard That's how my parents lived their lives If church was open had to go Took us children with them Had no option to say no These are the memories of my youth That's how the Lord was praised How the family went together That's how we kids were raised
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