Ah, Sunday morning! An obligation
To enter the House of God’s dominion.
Is there conviction or confirmation?
The Great Physician’s second opinion.
Ah, Sunday morning! The benches are hard!
The air feels heavy within sacred bricks.
God’s Word is sharp like a pottery shard,
For those who are kicking against the pricks.
Ah, Sunday morning! Comfort and care,
Sisters and brothers all in the same boat.
The preacher rows, but the Helmsman is there
To chop the waters yet keep us afloat.
Ah, Sunday morning! It’s all in your head
If you stop the alarm and stay in bed.
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