Sundays

Sunday after Sunday it's just another day
Trapped in the house all I can do is pray
I know I should go to church but I have no ride
So here I am again watching TV Preachers inside

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Behold the fields are white unto harvest
It's time for the church to reach out to them
We've fasted and prayed and we'll keep doing that
But we have to go and feed those that hunger
                   after His Righteousness

Sunday, it's Sunday!  It's my favorite day!
I need to get out of this house and go to church and pray
I want to go and pick up my friend who has no ride
So she won't have to watch TV preachers, trapped inside

Behold the fields are white unto harvest
It's time for the church to reach out to them
We've fasted and prayed and we'll keep doing that
But we have to go and feed those that hunger
                   after His Righteousness

We need to reach
       We need to teach
              We need to preach to every one we can today
Show them
God's mercy
       God's love
              and God's grace now....  before it's too late

Forgiveness.

--bro. tim pickl
Sunday June 12, 2005 A.D.

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