Sunday Morning

As i dressed for church , hurrying my babies
I hope time would'nt speed by
Before the first church bell rings

As we walk out into the morning air
What a glories morning it is

The sun is peeking through the trees
Hurry boys it's getting late
We're on our way now

The parking lot is filling up
Where can i park
Over there moma

We made it
The usher guided us in
The choir began to sing

As i turn to my right
I can see God's love
Shining through the stained glass window

When i look to my left i could see
Church members smiling and clapping to the beat
When it was all over

One thought came to mind
I wish ,i wish that everyday could be like sunday morning