Where are the children
I have seen so many near.
But when the Sunday School bell rings
They are so very far.
If they’re here, they come with scowls
Or rolling eyes and tired minds
And boring is the Word of God
For their parents make it no priority.
So I sing the Sunday School Blues
For a community spiritually starving
For they have time for video games
But no time for their Creator.
Children more than anyone
Need the roots of God’s great Word
And parents need to bring them in
To study it and sing with friends
And Sunday will be bliss again.❤