When Sunday Comes Poem by Phil Soar

When Sunday comes, it means a time to rest awhile
To take the time to recognise the need to smile
And make the best of hours that are our own
Relax, enjoy and not answer the phone

When Sunday comes, some choose to go about their day
Monday to Friday, are just days that got in their way
Whilst welcoming the weekend and a Sunday too
To go to church, to pray and meet those close to you

When Sunday's gone, the world goes back to crazy mode
We make our way to work on many crowded roads
Looking forward to the next day we can rest
Giving of ourselves and welcoming all that is best