Especially On Sunday

I thought of my Mama today,
In my mind I saw her face.
I think of her especially on Sunday,
And long for her sweet embrace.

I have her Bible before me,
The one she read so much.
So many days of grief and sorrow,
When God's hand did touch.

Many memories flood my mind,
As I dwell upon the past.
She walked each day with Jesus,
And blessings He did cast.

I wish somehow that she might know,
Her precious Bible I love.
With the special little ribbons,
That bookmark verses from above.

I feel my Mama too as I read,
Sometimes wonder if she helps guide.
To verses she once selected,
So I'll feel her by my side.

Oh Yes, Sunday is a special day,
You can feel love in the air.
I know our Father lingers near,
As I feel him everywhere.

©~southbreeze~
Sunday October 30, 2005