Sunday Mass

More about Sunday Mass

On a Sunday morn, the church bell rings,
Calling faithful souls, as choir sings.
The pews are filled with heads bowed low,
In reverence, hearts all in a gentle glow.
The priest, robed in vestments white,
Guides the congregation in their rite,
With words of scripture, prayers of praise,
A solemn rhythm, a sacred maze.
The incense rises, fragrant and pure,
As faithful hearts, with faith secure,
Sing hymns of worship, their voices raised,
In unison, their souls amazed.
The Gospel's read, a message clear,
Of love and hope, so pure and near,
Of faith, forgiveness, and redemption,
A divine guide, a heavenly direction.
The homily, with wisdom shared,
Touches hearts with truths declared,
Urging all to live with charity,
To spread God's love with clarity.
The Eucharist, the blessed feast,
Brings solace, comfort, and peace,
As faithful souls, in awe and grace,
Receive the body of Christ's embrace.
With final blessings, the Mass concludes,
But faith's flame within, forever eludes,
Guiding lives with divine light,
Throughout the week, till next Sunday's sight.
In Sunday Mass, a sacred treasure,
A moment of grace, beyond measure,
A time to gather, to seek and find,
God's presence, eternally kind.