Remember the Sabbath

When I was growing up,
Sunday was God's holy day.
Don't work, don't shop, don't drink;
Only worship, rest, and pray.


Now-a-days that's different --
Sunday's filled with "come and go":
Soccer games, outlet malls,
The latest movie show.


Maybe I am pining
For archaic times and ways,
But I think there was some good
In a day of rest and praise.


'Cause when we stop and pause
And we catch our breath and rest,
We hear God's plan for us
And remember how we're blessed.


From . . . And a Poem, Too.