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Sunday School Lessons
by louis gander 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. Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |