Sunday’s are sunny
Like they should be
Said my youngest son, to me
And in return, said I to he
You are correct, very much I see
So open the windows
And let Sunday come in
Pull up the blinds
Let in the wind
Let it blow hard
Right through this home
This is the place
For this Sunday to roam
Not just the wind
But the sunshine in force
And not just the literal
But the spiritual of course
For Sunday’s are sunny
And for my son, it’s true
Yes, Jesus makes Sunday’s
Sunny
For you
