Sunday morning is so different,
From the balance of the week.
My good wife dressed up pretty,
As I kissed her on the cheek.
When she leaves for sunday service,
At the white church on the street.
Where she will pray and worship God,
And all her friends will meet.
She'll enjoy the morning service,
And then drive home with care.
Enjoying every moment,
Of her spiritual visit there.
E. H. Coe 1972