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Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning It’s Sunday morning and the sun is bright filling my world with heaven’s light; the birds have wakened from their night; it’s Sunday morning! It’s Sunday morning and the church bells ring; we gather with some friends to sing, and thank our God for everything; it’s Sunday morning! It’s Sunday morning and words strong and bold from God-blessed sacred desks are told and there his story will unfold. It’s Sunday morning! It’s Sunday morning and from every place will come the Spirit’s saving grace revealing Jesus’ awesome face. It’s Sunday morning! It’s Sunday morning and the servant’s word from heaven’s door to earth is heard to bring to life those things which blur on Monday morning.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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