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!


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