Serenity Sunday

A winter Sunday morning
The world is standing still
Church bells softly ringing
The air is frosty and chilled

The sun's peeking over the mountain
Rising slowly in the East
Golden rays of sunshine
Seeking sweet release

There's something about a Sunday
That calms the inner soul
The serenity and peace
Makes shattered lives seem whole

White steeples pointing upward
Towards the blue heavens above
There's something about God's House
That radiates warmth and love

I wish every day could be a Sunday
And its peace would flood the land
That all wars would subside
That we could be a Brotherhood of Man

That we could know world peace
No more taking lives in war
And that we could all feel welcome
Knocking at each other's door

Race and origin wouldn't matter
Nor the color of a man's skin
Oh that the morrow's Monday
Could be Sunday morning again

©Boon 1/11/04