I went to church last Sunday,
the first time in quite a while.
There was something about the sermon
that made me want to smile.

I don't mean that it was funny,
but my heart sure felt a glow
as I listened to the preacher
from my seat in the back row.

And when the congregation
began an old-time song,
I felt such a holy presence
that I was moved to sing along.

Then when the altar call was given,
God beckoned all the while,
and it seemed my feet were wing-ed
as I walked conversion aisle.

Now I can only wonder
why I stayed away so long,
because every day since Sunday
my heart's been filled with song.

Copyright 1999 Ruth Gillis


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