Sunday, January 10, 2016

Sunday Morning Poem

Sunday morning
Dawn’s bright
Grateful heart
Restful night

Church bells
Choir stands
Lifting hearts
Holy hands

Pastor opens
God’s Word
Sweetest Story
Ever heard

For sin
He died
“Forgive, Father”
He cried

His blood
He shed
Three days
He’s dead.

Comes forth
From grave
Brings life
To enslaved
.
Jesus came
From Heaven
His life
Freely given

I repent
From sin
New life
Can begin

Thank you
God above
For Jesus
Is Love.

Evening’s shadows
I’m free,
God’s love
Saved me……

Jo Ann Swofford
Copyright-Dec.2015

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