Sunday Morning Shame

Jake Allen Sharp

Every head turns around as she walks in

She can hear the pews whispering

She looks too young to have three kids

I wonder where their daddy is

They flash at her a fake smile

She is feeling all the while

Sunday morning shame, like she is not good enough

Why play this game? She thinks about getting up

By the power of His name, she heard the preacher say

All your guilt and shame, has been washed away

We are sinners all the same, we must call upon His name

Not accuse or assign blame, or feel Sunday morning shame

She bows her head and prays while the choir sings

She has seen more than her share of suffering

She wonders if she’s broken beyond repair

And does anybody in this church even care

Doubt combines with her fears

She wonder what she is doing here

Sunday morning shame, like she is not good enough

Why play this game? She thinks…

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