Sabbath
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church
I just keep staying at home
with thunder for a chorister
and an ochard for a dome
Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice
I just wear my wings
instead of tolling the bell for Church
our little Sexton sings
God preaches a noble Clergyman
and the serman is never long
So instead of getting to Heaven
at last, I'm going all along
NOTE: not my poem just a very inspirational and special poem to me.
Copyright © Synthia Miner | Year Posted 2012
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