Christian Sunday
I was walking home from church - my truck broke down
Only time I ever went - only church in town
But I knew this day would change me - in a way I'd not forsee
And I was right, it rearranged the way I thought it'd be
Now let me say that I'm not perfect - have not claimed to be
I've told lies, and made up alibis to set my body free
But my spirit wanted freedom, so I headed for the place
Where I knew even the weakest could gladly show their face
Now with that said - and an uplifted chin...
Let the story begin:
I approached an arched doorway, and people with pamphlets extended the papers to me
I nodded a thank-you, I offered good morning, but those folks said nothing to me
I walked through a hallway, and into the place where, a sermon would shortly be held
I sat all alone, in a pew in the back of the room where the tension I smelled
I'm an outsider, and I don't belong here, that's what they're saying of me
I watched as they gossiped, and pointed a finger, they couldn't have known I could see
I never imagined, a place full of glory, could have such great guts to accuse
God is our one judge, the one vote that does count, we are no more than his muse
I heard them tell stories - out loud through the sermon,
They must've thought me deaf and blind
I couldn't believe it, that in Our God's presence, they were so boldly unkind
And it's funny that they all call themselves Christians, It didn't seem they knew much of Christ to me
I'm the one who should have been defensive, and they should have aided new relief
I thought God's house was a place to conquer hate - I watched them toss their bills on the collection plate
I suppose that noone told them, God's love cannot be bought
I guess I'm closer to God than I thought!
There are many different morals to this story - don't judge a book by it's cover is only one
One bad apple doesn't always ruin the bunch - that bunch was ruined long before I'd gone
They left me all alone in my hour of need
They watched my body shiver and spirit bleed
And it's funny they all call themselves Christians
They didn't seem to know much of Christ to me
Blessed is he who has not seen, and still has come to believe
Beautiful God forgive them, reach out your mighty hand
Forgive them please - as you have me- we all must understand
Our job on earth is crucial - our time in short supply
We've got to love eachother now - tomorrow we may die
We cannot tell the future, my Christian Sunday taught me much
Think about everything you think, say, do and touch
I thought about this as I walked through town
after church all alone, when my car broke down.
copyright December 27, 2000 - Laurie Bell - All Rights Reserved
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