Sunday Every Day
By George Thurlow
When we get to heaven
It will be Sunday every day,
Forever in His presence
Singing songs of praise.
At the feet of Jesus
Bowing down before,
Viewing all that once was secret
Now ours forever more.
Dancing on the streets of gold,
Wading in the crystal sea,
A continual celebration
For eternity.
A glorious reunion
Of brethren and saints,
Rewards for the faithful
Who stood strong and did not faint.
Seeing the face of Jesus,
His warm and loving smile
Will make it worth the effort
Of going the extra mile.
