Sunday School Lessons 12-31-11

We walked to school each Sunday morn.

Those unique belfry chimes,

rang old familiar gospel hymns

we sang so many times.

In full respect, wore Sunday best,

the women, fancy hats.

The preacher sounded serious -

then after church, the chats.

I never understood it then,

the meaning never came -

but now I fully comprehend

and nothing is the same.

There's reason in my conscience.

It's true - all I was taught.

There's purpose in my actions,

and good in every thought.

God alone receives my faith.

I hold within the ranks.

I wear Salvations armor

and win, though Satan flanks.

He tries to interrupt me,

deceive and lead astray -

telling me that life is good -

to live it my own way.

But life is just a vapor

that hovers near the ground -

that dissipates so slowly,

until we're not around -

when one day we are breathless,

and blood no longer flows -

when warmth escapes the body,

and with it, soul goes.

Those times I went to Sunday School,

have taught me very well.

I pray for Godly wisdom so,

that I, in turn, can tell -

others who are hurting,

with pain within their face -

those also needing Jesus

and everlasting grace.

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