It is a joy to serve the Lord through a busy local church. It is hard on the flesh, but good for the spirit. As a pastor, I have often enjoyed the silence of an empty church auditorium after the last members have made their way home. The following poem was written during a quiet time as I thought back over the day’s events. It is dedicated to the wonderful people that I have the privilege of pastoring and serving with at Lighthouse Baptist Church. Take it for what it’s worth; I hope it will be a blessing to you.
ANOTHER SUNDAY COME AND GONE
By Pastor James Rasbeary
Another Sunday has come and gone –
Much has happened since before the dawn,
When prayers were offered before the throne
For the lost, the wayward, and God’s own.
Early, the buses were on the streets,
And kids were ready to fill the seats.
Sunday School, King’s Kids, Choir, and much more,
(Don’t forget the folks who swept the floor)
The nursery, too, a special place,
Where babies receive a warm embrace;
And the Children’s church we can’t forget,
Nor the song by the ladies’ duet.
Ushers, helpers, workers and teachers,
Combined with musicians and preachers –
Each a steward of God’s divine grace;
Each God’s servant, faithfully in place –
As the Son of God was lifted high
And to the cross the lost drew nigh.
A day of rest? Well, that’s quite a joke –
The Master has called us to His yoke;
Our Sabbath day waits for us beyond,
After all our work down here is done.
“There remaineth therefore a rest,” true –
Until then, there’s still so much to do.
Now another Sunday is complete,
And frankly, we are all tired and beat;
But divine joy fills our happy hearts
To strengthen all our weary parts;
And we can’t wait this day to repeat
Until we lay our crowns at His feet.