America’s Sunday Poem by Marilyn Lott

America’s Sunday

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The warmth I feel on Sunday
Brings me comfort all week long
It brings me closer to my family
As I hear the choirs’ song
I know my Lord is with me
As he tenderly takes my hand
And I’m so proud to be
In this grand and golden land
Driving down a red dirt road
Last Sunday I think it was
I felt a warmth inside of me
That was flamed from my Lord above
I give my prayers of thankfulness
For each day God gives me life
And ask him to help me through
Good times and those of strife

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Marilyn Lott

Marilyn Lott

Washington state USA
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