It is a Sunday! A day reflect all he paid! After all odds, he came And took them all away I was burdened in death’s rage Bound in the shackles of shame Entrapped in the bondage of pain Locked up in the place of hate! Even when noble men came Flattering and lavishing me in praise For all the things I posses, they claim To love me beyond the ray They profess their love everyday Promising to be there everyday And in my innocence, I followed their way Believing they will lead me out of my dismay Yet, I was lost and thrown away Received scorn, mockery in their face I was rejected and left in the rain I could feel my breath, my life was in vain! But, HE left his place To restore a life without a race And bathed me in his love, not leaving a trace Of sadness, guilt, pain and shame! His love has brought me in the world to stay Now I am alive again! So even if its a Sunday, And Val on Sabbath seems lame I’ll always remember his grace! Remember His love and glorify his name It’s a Sunday! A perfect, lovely day! Evidence of his love so great! Love great, that gave me a name And I hope it’s a Sunday! When we will all reign Reign with him on the last day!