Sunday's As A Child

Sunday's are special; it's always been that way I remember as a child before church I would Put on my best dress with patent leather shoes A pot roast in the oven was always understood. Sunday school had that feeling every single time That God was watching, life was better in some way My donation was safe, in a hanky so tight I pulled at the knot so the money wouldn't get away. I remember the Sunday drive after church we would go Oh my, how I enjoyed that very special day Then the house smelled of that roast from the oven Sunday's as a child, I sometimes wish it could stay!