Come Sunday
Come Sunday
I‘ll put on my glad rags
and wear my fancy doo
dust off my cubic zirconia
and my suede pumps too
Come Sunday
I’ll wear my smiling face
that welcomes you right in
and my hat that says “I love you”
with my great big JESUS pin
Come Sunday
I will visit the sick
and feed the hungry too
call on a long lost loved one
maybe even patch up things
with cousin Eileen Ruth
Come Sunday
I’ll read the good book
evoke the spirit within
I’ll kneel and pray
with all sincerity
that for you
the good Lord makes a way
Come Sunday
I will love all my neighbors
friend and foe alike
won’t even
silence my ringer
as it gets close to midnight
Come Sunday
I’ll reach one teach one
do all I know to do-
just wish that come Monday
all the hell in me
wouldn’t break loose-
Come Sunday
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This was beautiful! The repetition of “Come Sunday” really gave your poem a musical tune that made me want to keep reading.