...is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
Monday's child was feeling blue,
Tuesday's child who noticed you,
Wednesday's child was full of woe,
Thursday's child was dressed up
With no place to go.
Friday's child and Saturday
Out there running wild.
Since she's met the King of hearts
They call her Sunday's child.
Sunday's child, oh yeah.
Sunday's child, oh yeah.
Some they cry all through the night,
A few send up a wishing kite.
When the day comes to an end,
There you sit all alone feeling empty again.
Frightened by each sadder day,
So long since you smiled.
You will find no peace of mind
Til you're Sunday's child.
Sunday's child, oh yeah.
Sunday's child, oh yeah.
Every day of the week,
Every month of the year,
While time is still on your side,
Take the love that is here.
Take the love that is here.
Monday's child was feeling blue,
Tuesday's child who noticed you,
Wednesday's child was full of woe,
Thursday's child was dressed up
With no place to go.
Friday's child and Saturday
Out there running wild.
Since she's met the King of hearts
They call her Sunday's child.
Sunday's child, oh yeah.
Sunday's child, oh yeah.
The whole inspiration to this weeks posts was the following song. I grew up listening to these 2 grandfathers of Christian music as we know it, Randy Stonehill and Phil Keaggy. This song states the fact that unless we "find the King of hearts" we will "find no peace of mind".
Monday's child was feeling blue,
Tuesday's child who noticed you,
Wednesday's child was full of woe,
Thursday's child was dressed up
With no place to go.
Friday's child and Saturday
Out there running wild.
Since she's met the King of hearts
They call her Sunday's child.
Sunday's child, oh yeah.
Sunday's child, oh yeah.
Some they cry all through the night,
A few send up a wishing kite.
When the day comes to an end,
There you sit all alone feeling empty again.
Frightened by each sadder day,
So long since you smiled.
You will find no peace of mind
Til you're Sunday's child.
Sunday's child, oh yeah.
Sunday's child, oh yeah.
Every day of the week,
Every month of the year,
While time is still on your side,
Take the love that is here.
Take the love that is here.
Monday's child was feeling blue,
Tuesday's child who noticed you,
Wednesday's child was full of woe,
Thursday's child was dressed up
With no place to go.
Friday's child and Saturday
Out there running wild.
Since she's met the King of hearts
They call her Sunday's child.
Sunday's child, oh yeah.
Sunday's child, oh yeah.
3 comments:
I absolutely LOVE this post!!!! What a wonderful idea, that no mater how we are, we can be a Sunday child of the King!!!!!
Oh, yeah. I'm Sundays child. The lyrics are really nice in this. And I love the picture of you on the side. Really beautiful.
Love this post, too! And sorry I haven't been on your blog lately (at least not commenting:S)! I love the new name; although you are anything but a "plain Jane"!
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