One Sunday Morning in May

by

Hardy Parkerson

The ushers now will please come up!
Brother Frank, please ask the Lord
To bless the off’ring that we give
And the messenger of the Word."

"All Things Are Thine," the choir sang,
As they passed the off’ring plate;
And the preacher said, as he broke the bread,
"Thus the Disciples ate."

The piano played, it sounded fine;
The guitar twanged, the drums kept time;
The people prayed, the choir sang,
One Sunday morning in early May.

They took communion on their knees,
The altars were all filled;
A lady wept as the preacher prayed
And told of Golgotha’s hill.

And that’s the way it was at church

One Sunday morning in May.

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