How to spend a Sunday -- that's the problem now; Baseball, golf or movies, cards or dance, or how? Must be going some place -- that's what Sunday's for; If you don't go somewhere, Sunday is a bore. Just around the corner, only down the street, There's an organ playing wonderfully sweet. There the bell is calling from our worldly ways, There the congregation sings its songs of praise. There the good old Gospel lifts the hearts of men, Gives them consolation, gives them hope again; Just around the corner, just across the square, There's a place of worship, there's a house of pray'r. Rest and recreation ev'ryone requires; But at times the spirit, like the body, tires. When your heart is heavy, when your life is flat, Why not church on Sunday? Ever thought of that? |