Sunday Christian


I gave you a beautiful sunrise
I peppered the heavens with clouds
The song of the morning chorus
I wrote for the bird as it fies
I wrote a song for the morning
To give you some joy in your lives

I watered and nourished your garden
Gave heat and light from the sun
I planned your day out before you
Even before it began

I waited when you woke from sleeping
I waited when breakfast was gone
I waited as you rushed to employment
I waited till the day was done
Not once did you turn round and thank me
Not once did you listen to me
As you rushed through each day with a passion
Not once did your thoughts turn to me


My word lies unopened before you
As you busy yourself each day
And each day as I waited with longing
Not once did you stop, thank or pray

Sunday

You woke and you asked me to help you
You rushed to the church with a prayer
And after you talked with your brothers
You worshiped and praised then and there
Your hands held up high as you loved me
Your voice I could hear as your sang
My Jesus My Jesus I love you
A child of God I am


Don’t make me your God just on Sunday
A week is seven days long
I long to be with you each moment
Not just in a Sunday song.

By Georgina Smith