I decided to wander into a church in my hometown one Sunday morning, and wasn’t prepared for my panic. I was certain as soon as I crossed from the foyer to the sanctuary, everyone would see right through me, to my black heart.
Thanks to an associate Pastor, who kept reminding me about God’s grace, I kept answering the ‘Sunday’ call. Over time the doubts, and accusing voices in my head grew faint, and God’s voice became familiar. God became my Father, I became His child, and the congregation – my family.
During that time I concluded there had to be other people like myself who questioned whether they belonged in church, and decided to write a song…
Sunday Mornin’s Callin’ You
Verse 1: Sunday mornin’s callin’ you, crusted dry and over due
Pack your black heart on your back and run, fast as your feet can carry you
Bring your heart in from the cold, shake the dust off of your soul
They don’t know where you have been or what you’ve done,
Only Jesus has to know.
Chorus: Sunday mornin’ keeps on callin’, blossom fresh and clean
It’s never too late to trust in Jesus, you know what I mean?
Verse 2: So you’re travelin’ down the road, passed a church a mile or so
Your mind’s certain on sleep my darlin’, it’s let you down before you know
So your baggage is raw you tell me, and you’re so pressed for time
No time like the present, to change your mind
Chorus: Sunday mornin’ keeps on callin’, blossom fresh and clean
It’s never too late to trust in Jesus, you know what I mean
©August 2000, Cindy Palin
You don’t have to go to church to blossom and be clean, but it was there I learned it was possible.
Planted in the house of the LORD, They will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still yield fruit in old age; They shall be full of sap and very green (Psalm 92:13,14)