Sunday Magic

Poem By Marilyn Lott

Every day can be magical
Depending on your frame of mind
The world is open to everything
And happiness is there to find

God is with us every moment
He is there at our beck and call
He can live inside our hearts
It’s not difficult to visit Him at all

We go about our daily lives
Checking off our list of chores
Tend our homes and go to work
Take time to shop at the local stores

We do all of this without much thought
One day runs into another
But on Sunday we take time to
Sit in church with sisters and brothers

For there is something so very special
Prepares us all when life is tragic
And that is Sunday with our Lord
Ah yes, it truly is Sunday magic!

Comments about Sunday Magic

Sundays magic doesn't go away, Gods theater is open every day. *10*! ! Great read Marilyn! Best wishes, Friend Thad

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