Jonathots Daily Blog
(2049)
Sunday mourning
Jesus is dead
Though he arose
As he said
Here is his body
In the bread
Drink his blood
That was shed
Gather, listen to the tune
Bow your head
And softly croon
“Rock of ages
Cleft for me”
Bass or treble
I assume it to be
Repeat after me
The magical words
Stained glass windows
With lilies and birds
Somber you came
And quiet you go
Reach the exit
End the show
A sermon of thoughts
Three in all
Very meaningful
But can you recall
The message shared
On this day
The names of those
For which we pray
A doughnut, some coffee
A word or two
A brief sense of one
And then we are through
Yes, God is our Father
On this we agree
But He works late at night
So quiet we should be
No running in the house
No whispering to your spouse
It is the way of the Lord
Though we feel quite bored
It is not for us to understand
It is not time to strike up the band
We worship a King
Our offering we bring
For we are lost
And He paid the cost
And never will we celebrate
Instead we carefully commemorate
Please, each of us redeem
From our unholy scheme
To achieve a pious conclusion
Our temporary absolution
To return again next week
Weaker and feeling meek
So we inherit the earth
In heaven at rebirth
Sunday mourning
Tears in our eyes
Is it true emotion?
Or fear of our lies?
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