The dawning of a new day has come,
I curse as my eyes are blinded by the sun.
Stirring, I smile, realizing the day,
Ah, Sunday. Rest, relax, do things my way!
God? Jesus? Church? Sunday School?
Such things are the imaginings of a fool!
There is no soul, no heaven or hell,
To me that’s always been just a fairy tale!
Dressing, I remember telling my mother,
Don’t tell me of Jesus—just don’t you bother!
I’m not so bad. In fact, not one thing would I change!
I really don’t need Him. I have my life all arranged!
For some reason, today I am filled with uneasiness,
Strange, Sundays usually bring me rest—not restlessness!
I can’t imagine why I’m dwelling on thoughts that bring pain,
I really should go outside before these four walls drive me insane!
Suddenly, all around me is a crazy commotion,
People running, crying, full of wild emotion!
Startled and wondering, I grab a passerby,
This is all so confusing. Please, please tell me why!
He told me Jesus Christ had come early today,
And with Him, He gathered His loved ones away!
He said he had been warned, but, he had not made ready,
Now, knowing his doom he could hardly be steady!
Swearing, I pushed him from me. The fool! This is just some joke!
Could what my mother told me be so? Could it be?
Oh, mountains, mountains—fall on me!
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