A widow is weeping
Down under the chapel
Unknown to the people
In prayer up above
Congregation sedation
Can’t put her at ease
And the service drowns out
All her tears and her pleas
The Sun is up high
On this blue Sunday morn
A dog finds a home
And a baby is born
Give glory to God
On this beautiful day
For the sake of the things
That he might take away
A Life in Poems 