Expecting Sunday

Weekday morning, sitting in my row,

Sun warming wood to a burnished glow,

Soft and silent this sanctuary here,

Waiting, expecting Sunday.

Weekday, morning, I must sit still,

Listening to the Father, if I’d do His will,

Stopping to be silent and sanctuary here,

Waiting, expecting Sunday.

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