To the Sunday Christian, known by all,
Yet actions falter, virtues small.
On Sunday morning, you brightly beam,
In dutiful guise, your soul gleams.

Dear Sunday Christian, hear the call,
Let your faith be true, not bound by walls.
Let your Christianity be more than what we see.
Let the weekdays testify of your peace.

Oh Sunday Christian beyond the church,
Find true constancy in what you do.
For faith is lived in every day,
Not just in hymns on Sunday's stay.

For God sees all with grace,
Not bound by time or Sunday's face.
So let your life both heart and hand,
Reflect the love His words command.

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