Sunday Memories
Sunday has always been special through the years,
A day where we honour the Lord our God.
My favorite teacher Jesus,
Guiding the parents and children.
My favorite years with my church,
Teaching Sunday School with a friend.
The children learned the stories of the Bible,
Beautiful verses to guide them.
The church summer camp where we hiked through field and stream,
A love of nature guested,
Sing-a-longs and a dance, I choregraphed,
Parents visiting the campsite, maybe on a Sunday.
My favorite day at home with my parents and relatives,
A Sunday holiday where I became a teacher.
My married years with my husband and children,
Where Sunday was our favorite day together.
A day to read stories and have a picnic at our favorite Conservation Area,
We were off to visit grandma and grandpa.
Grandma's delicious home cooking guested,
Grandpa's wise ways guided us.
Sundays continue to be special through the years,
The kind pastor who preached a good sermon.
Singing with the church and the sounds of God's choir,
Sunday companions and friends.
What a blessed and beautiful day, Sunday,
God's miracle for us all.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
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