The dawning of a new day has come,
I curse as my eyes are blinded by the sun.
Stirring, I smile realizing the day.
Ah, Sunday. Rest, relax. Do things my way!
God? Jesus? Church? Sunday School?
Such are the imaginings of a fool!
There is no soul. No heaven or hell.
Really, nothing much more than a mere fairy tale!
Dressing, I remember telling my mother,
Don’t tell me of Jesus. Just don’t you bother!
Why, I’m not so bad. In fact, not one thing would I change!
I really don’t need God. My life is really quite neatly arranged!
For some reason I find myself filled with uneasiness.
Strange. Sundays usually bring me rest, not restlessness!
I can’t imagine why I’m dwelling on thoughts that bring such pain,
I need to get outside before these four walls drive me insane!
Suddenly, all around me is a wild, crazy commotion,
People running and crying, driven by uncontrollable emotion!
Startled and wondering, I grab a passerby,
This is all so confusing. Please, please tell me why!
He told me that Jesus had come early today,
And with Him, He had gathered His loved ones away!
He said he had been warned but he had not made ready.
Now, knowing his fate he could hardly be steady!
Swearing, I pushed him from me. The fool!
This has to be some kind of a hoax!
Still. Could what my mother told me really be so?
Could it be?
Mountains, oh, mountains–fall on me!
