Sunday's are Sunny

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