Jazzy Sunday

Another Sunday morning,
11 morning sharp,
we singing hymms to praise the Lord.
sort of.


I can't feel,
can't experience the power and the joy.
Perhaps most of us are too sleepy,
maybe in our mind, we havn't let God handle our life,
maybe we are too lazy.
But mostly, we are not a good servant.


Sunday,
For most people,
a day to tuition, sleep, play and rest.
For me,
It's a day for me to rethink of what i've done,


Perhaps,
It will be much nicer if using the words "we" rather than "I"
together, we rebulid the walls of Jerusalem.
together, we spread gospel to the world.


Rather than quarreling,
shouting at each other.
So sad ..




-JoE.CoM-