Appalachian Christian Center of Peterstown, West Virginia

Not on Sunday Night ...

I love the church that Jesus bought,

She is the dark world light;

I always go on Sunday morn,

But not on Sunday night.

I love to sing the Gospel songs

And worship in daylight;

That's why I come on Sunday morn,

But not on Sunday night.

I love to hear the Gospel horn,

It gives me such delight;

It thrills me every Sunday morn,

But not on Sunday night.

I'd go through storm, and rain, or snow,

Do anything that's right;

To be at church on Sunday morn

But not on Sunday night.

I hope the faithful few keep on

Engaging in the fight;

I'll do my part on Sunday morn,

But not on Sunday night.

Too bad someday we all must die.

I hope the morn is bright,

For I want to die on Sunday morn,

But not on Sunday night.

I know that Christ is coming soon,

And He will find me right,

If He appears on Sunday morn,

But - not on Sunday night.

The Holy Spirit sent this poem,

It set my heart aright;

You'll see there next Sunday morn

And also - Sunday night.

~ Author Unknown.