Sunday Morning
I woke up early Sunday morning.
Not a single shred of warning.
Just how beautiful the day.
Against the Arizona mountains
of red clay.
Sun was pouring down its rays.
Seemed like an endless glorious display.
Aroma of fresh brewed coffee gliding
up the stairs.
People will gather at the church in prayers
many will tell about their cares.
Lots of them will be telling their share.
And in the end many spilled tears.
Yet I can't stop thinking how wonderful
sunday mornings they look different
more beautiful
than any other day of the week.
As many sinners forgiveness will seek.
Many for the day are quiet and meek.
Sunday is a day for the family
to be together.
Even in good and bad weather.
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