Sunday morning.
Again, you didn’t make it to church.
It’s the third week in a row
You’ve missed Sunday service.
You said it was too cold to go to church.
You did go out, though, to visit with your girlfriend,
Ignoring your mother’s words:
It’s the Lord’s Day, son. Go to church, or go nowhere.
The showers drenched you, and Hannah wasn’t home.
You stood waiting outside the door, worsening the cold.
Now the meds say it’s bronchitis,
Your mom says it’s God’s wrath
Because you’ve lost regard for Sunday.
This is a perfect poem with a Christian undertone I.iike the fact that is humorous and also encouraging someone to take up there cross I sense some friendship with a positive vibe it’s a inspirational read for anyone to enjoy Chuks
Thanks for your comment. I was just trying my hands.
I think I’m going to start attending church again and stop with all the excuses and worldly distractions..;)
Please do if it makes you happy.