I admit
I don’t like going to church
Of waking up on early Sunday mornings
Instead of just staying in bed
Sleeping ‘til noon
And just waiting for the moon
I admit
I don’t like to hear preaching
I’d rather hear music
Than hear someone
Telling me how bad I have been
I admit
I don’t like going to church
But I love God so much
And to worship on Sundays, I must
Though I hate to wake up
To go to church
I tell my self that my Sunday morning worship starts
By fighting the urge
To get back to bed
And stay there ‘til lunch
meandering thoughts of an aging grade school music teacher who recently rediscovered the joys of cycling
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