I’ll love you on Sundays
But tomorrow is Monday
And Mondays are rough days
And love is the last thing on my mind during football.
But Tuesday’s still early
In the week and at work:
I’m so tired and stressed out I don’t have love to give.
But it’s hard when it’s Hump-day
And my spouse calls from home
Wanting my love when I’m feeling out of love already.
If Thursday is easy
But if the house keeps falling down
I still may not be loving by the time it is Sunday.
And maybe Fridays and holidays
When my spirits are happy
And I’m not thinkin’ about my job, my boss, or yard.
I’ll love you on Sundays
If Saturday’s a good day,
But if Saturday’s a dump-day
It will be awfully hard to show much love at church.
I’ll love you on Sundays
At most, but that’s it!
Because the week’s full of work
And there’s so little time to love, but I’ll try to be nice.
© David J. Giarrizzo
1 comment:
My wife advised me to clarify this poem. So for those who don't know me, this isn't written from my own personal perspective, but from the perspective of too many professing Christians. It is about those people who call themselves born-again believers, and yet refuse to be an active, loving part of the Body of Christ because they have allowed the pleasures and troubles of the world to crowd their lives.
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