One Sunday Morning
One Sunday Morning
Sunday morning March cold winds blow,
And I know in the past they would not deter,
For God’s house is so very near, but I hear
A myriad of excuses in my ear.
There’s that car breakdown that happened last week,
What if? What if? It were to stop in a gale,
Or parking places would be filled for the lame,
Oh, yes, the flu is a danger to the frail.
I rationalize until I am much too late,
Though I pray for God’s understanding,
And He seems to hear me – I know He does,
He forgives me, and He is reminding.
Then I open my bible quietly,
And my home becomes His this day.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2019
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