It was Sunday once again
And he was still asleep in bed,
I had to get him up and dressed
And then I had to get him fed.

It has always been a struggle
To get him up and on his way?
Sunday for him has always been,
A most terrible trying day.

Last night he had a crying fit.
He said that he just wouldn’t go.
With his head upon my shoulder.
He told me he was feeling low.

At last I got him out the door
With great big tear drops in his eyes,
I said, “Now you do good today,”
And promised him a nice surprise.

There was no way to make him see,
No matter how hard that I tried,
The pastor mustn’t act this way
It’s not considered dignified.