Tuesday, March 27, 2007
THE SABBATH DAY
The Sabbath day was made for man
To pause, and rest awhile,
This day well spent oft brings content
To men of honest toil.
Each Sabbath morn church bells ring out
Their message o'er the air,
Come one come all, they seem to call,
And join in praise and prayer.
Old folks with slow uncertain steps,
And youth with buoyant spring,
All wend their way, their vows to pay,
And psalms and hymns to sing.
They've kept the faith their fathers knew
And in their steps have trod,
A heritage from age to age
Freedom to worship God.
It matters not your race or creed,
Or if you're dark or fair,
There's One who'll met, and waits to greet
You in His house of prayer.