Sunday Morning
It's a sunday morning
the bell rings to give them a warning
people of all races and ages
from all corners they gather
to say praises to the father
they are all vivacious
their music is so melodious
their dance moves are elegant
graceful and magnificent
everyone feels a new creation
joyful and hopeful of salvation
why? it's a sunday morning
written; 14 December 2008, on a sunday morning
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