Sunday was the day today,
heads were bowed in worship,
they cried emotionally on their kneels;
regretting their past deeds,
surrendering their all to him,
listening with rapt attention as the minister preached.
Their hearts were touched,
One could tell through their sober and remorseful eyes
how much impact the service had in their lives.
Monday, Tuesday,
Wednesday, Thursday,
Friday and Saturday were the days today,
they went back to the same
sin they had gotten rid of on Sunday.
Same anger, same bitterness.
Same envy, same doubt.
Same gossip, same immorality...
Same old, same old.
The words they had heard; all gone to a world unknown.
The bibles they had held;
kept carelessly in places disremembered till Sunday again becomes today.
Going round in circles.
Same old, same old...
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