The Sabbath Day

Where are the people going,
If it's not to church?
Of what are they most thinking,
In their persistent search?

So anxiously...they pass,
In cars...hurrying with their tote.
A trailer...with conveniences,
Some gear...a motor-boat.

Their week at work was tiring,
And now to break away.
They owe it to their tensions,
Regardless of the day.

They have no thought...religiously,
How God commanded them.
This life is theirs...for living,
With no actions to condemn.

True strength...not indecisions,
As Satan taunts their knowing.
To keep the Sabbath Day holy,
Will chart the course...they're going.


E.P. 1908 - 1989