Sunday Poem by Jatie Apple
Sunday
I sit in the bench,
And get a song book,
The song leader tells
Us to turn to page 362,
And we stand up to sing,
Whenever the song is over
The preacher starts to speak
“Let us Pray”
Everyone silently prays in
Their heads,
Then the preacher says
“Amen.”
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
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4/25/2024 10:38:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sounds like to need to do more than sit in that pew..God is waiting for a chace to talk with you. God Bless You on your journey.