Sunday School Memories Poem by peter duckworth

When I was a very young lad,
I was taken to church by my mum and dad;
My friends and I the front pew we would fill,
We couldn't fidget, we had to be still.

The service by a minister was lead,
And we listened intently to what was said;
During the hymn, before the sermon, by rule,
The children went into Sunday School.

We were told stories of prophets and kings,
Like David and Solomon, and how God had done wonderful things;
We were told about Jonah and the Whale, and then,
About Daniel in the lion's den.

Stories of Jesus they would unfold,
From his birth in a stable, and when 12 years old,
staying in the temple to talk to the priests,
And how he changed water to wine at a feast.

We listened to miracles of 5000 being fed,
with 2 fishes and 5 loaves of bread;
We were told a parable of a prodigal son,
And how the Kingdom of Heaven would come.

How Jesus was betrayed and died,
For the sins of man he was crucified;
And from the tomb that was his grave,
He was raised from the dead our souls to save.

Forever in the memory stays,
Stories I first heard in my childhood days;
So I am ever so glad,
That I was taken to church by my mum and dad.