Once again we gather to sing
hymns of worship to the Father
listening to the music ring
Friends all, sister and brother.

Each day of the week goes bye
as the minutes and hours flow
each day leaves us with a sigh
till Sunday morn arrives aglow.

So let us tarry not just now
put on dress or shirt and tie
and our shoulders to the plow
put on our angel wings and fly.

For it is Sunday once again
a time to worship God and son
to gather strength with a friend
reading from the scriptures some.

To touch the widows and infirmed
visiting with them within their home
calling others for whom we're concerned
sharing a smile and with some a poem.

Tis a Sunday morn for us once again
to worship the Father and the Son
to shakes hands and see a friend
doing good before the day is done. C.J. Ingerson
11/14/98