On Sunday morning I look out to see

What a blessing this day will be.

With a whisper of a prayer in mind

I arrive for worship service on time.

The old hymns roll from the page

With singing from those of every age.

My Bible in my hand and on my heart

As the pastor's sermon begins to start

He tells and example as he begins

Then the scripture reveals all my sins.

My burdens I bring to Calvary

Where they are forgiven eternally.

The message always helps me see

What it is that I should be.

Then I part from the other believers,

And we all have been the receivers.

Out into the world so dark and cold

I cling to the words to cleanse my soul.

Not everyone is so blessed as I

Others don't have Jesus on which to rely.

They think of the possibilities all around

To sooth them from falling to the ground.

However they don't turn to the holy One

Jesus Christ God's perfect Son.

Come to Him on bended knee