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.❤
The blues are determine to sneak in through cracks in mood, slight imbalances in hormones, moments of fatigue, bad decisions by friends and family, deaths, bad drivers, memories, what have you. There is a huge potential for despair or just the blues. Yes, everyone has the opportunity for sadness, even the funnest or funniest of them. How can we keep the blues away? Well, you just can’t entirely and if you lose the ability to feel sadness, you have missed the ability to be a feeling human or live in a dream world of lies where everything is ok and we are not surrounded by evil all around us. But one way to minimize the sadness is thr simplest thing in the world and yet the most difficult thing in the world. Humility. When we are humble, we lower our demands of life, our expectations, the perfection demands, the control issues, the deserving disease. Humble closeness to God is the most beautiful and empowering thing in the world. God also helps us. ❤