Neal Pollard

I love to watch the sun come up
The first day of the week
I long for the bread and the cup
For the privilege of the gospel to speak
I love to see the saints assemble
To blend my voice with them in song
To smile, engage, contemplate, tremble
How ever much time it takes is not long
Each day is a blessing given from God
And filled with gifts and blessing
But one day helps the others get trod
“Which one?” There is no guessing!
It is that special day the church unites
The day when the church was born
And shouldn’t this all God’s ones excite
To worship God on Sunday morn?