Sabbath Day Delight – A Poem
Six long days of muck and mire;
Filled with pain and death’s dark dread;
Scorched by licks from hell’s red fire;
Endless wand’ring without bed.
Six long days of worldly desires;
Bound by work’s inherent trod;
Up the steps of its tall spire;
Endless striving til we’re gone.
Then that day, his day, our rest;
And, for us, our week’s God-blessed;
Worldly cares, concerns—suppressed;
Free and void of working’s stress.
Happy day, Oh happy rest;
God takes burden off my chest;
Today, to him, his shall fly;
Once a week, until we die.
Then no end, celestial light;
Weeks and weeks of praise forthright;
Full display, Lord’s Day delight;
Constant joy, no end in sight.