A Sunday Magic

A time that will lead your heart to open your soul.

Little girls, their Sunday school dresses bright,

Little boys in dress of suit and ties, a wonderful sight,

Captured in the glow of the early morning sun.

Treasures of the heart, longings of the soul, Sunday has begun.



Dreams sought for in a whirl of a tire swing.

Playing in the sandbox of time, church bells ring.

Happy faces all in a row, gifts of God, a gentle hand.

Forever given by grace, children, God is your friend.