"Not On Sunday Night"

A BLAST FROM THE WORD
By Sandra Rhynes

While searching through some old church bulletins I ran across this little poem. Thought you would enjoy it. Also, you will get a rest from my thoughts.

“Not On Sunday Night”

I love the church that Jesus bought
And know that it is right.
I go there every Sunday morning
But not on Sunday night.

I love to sing the songs of God,
Such worship must be right:
This I do on Sunday morning,
But not on Sunday night.

I love to hear the gospel too
It gives me pure delight
I hear it every Sunday morning,
But not on Sunday night.

I know I need more strength
To keep going on in this great fight,
For help I come on Sunday morning,
But not on Sunday night.

Truth can save the world
If it’s light keeps shining bright
I help it shine on Sunday morning,
But not on Sunday night.

Yes, all of us must die
I hope I’ll be doing right.
And so may I die on Sunday morning
And not on Sunday night.
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