Only on a Sunday
Diana E. Backhouse
thebackhouses@tiscali.co.uk
Dear Lord, forgive me all my sins
Send my demons far away.
I really promise to be good, Lord,
But only on a Sunday.
On Monday, with licentiousness,
My head and heart are full of lust.
On Tuesday gluttony takes charge;
I eat until I’m fit to bust.
On Wednesday avarice plays a part,
Pure greed rears its ugly head.
Next day dawns and so doth sloth
So Thursday I don’t leave my bed.
On Friday anger turns to wrath
To sins my door is open wide.
On Saturday I envy all
Yet view myself with haughty pride.
I will be chaste and diligent,
Be kind and temperate all day.
With love, I’ll forgive most humbly, Lord,
But only on a Sunday.
©2007 Diana E. Backhouse
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