On Sunday morning I sit in church
Surrounded by God’s peace
In never-ending wonder
At a love that does not cease.
My soul expands with glory,
Bathed in unbounded love
That wraps me like a cloak
That descends from up above.
I’m fortified to start anew—
The Lord once more my crutch—
So no matter what may come this week,
It will not seem too much.
I’m renewed to start once more
The grueling task of living,
To face the trials of a new week
Being patient and forgiving.
Elizabeth Ruth
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