Sunday Morning

The Sun rises the hour comes it's time to dress for Sunday's Best
Catching a fast breakfast, now off to Sunday Morning Meeting in God's Heavenly place
Gather together we find our place within the pews freshly cleaned from night before
Oh Sunday Morning comes now tunes of graces choir to start the day
Followed by wisdom of preaching in God's Sunday's Best
Angels of Ministry, we hear a voice
Manifesting heaven above
Sunday Morning Praise fills the air
Sweet hour of prayer children fast asleep upon thier seats
Voices singing giving Thanks from a long passing week
Sunday Morning the Man of God a shepherd to all. Handler of care
We find our Solance there
A building is just a building without the church we call Saints
Sunday Morning a place of Rest
Dancing. Down the isle stained glass rainbow above our heads
The promise of the path bound for Glory
Laughter and joy fills every heart
Carried away in the wine of his Spirit.. His living word the bread of life
Sunday Morning.. Day Star does Shine
Oh how beautiful are the feet that trod heavens streets
Hands lifted to the invisible ..only true hearts shall see within
Angels stand aside every seat in awe to see the Glory shared upon this place.. The mercy Seat
Love and forgiveness on Sunday Morning all intwined becoming one for all
Oh how I love Sunday Morning visitations of heavens portals
Heaven and earth in one place one accord one mind
Sunday Morning
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