Sabbath Day

By Mabel Jones Gabbott

On weekdays I learn about numbers and words

And how to subtract and to add.

I’m using my brain cells. My mother says,

“Not learning to think would be sad.”

On Saturday mornings I sweep and I clean

And do many chores until noon,

Then I ski or skate or hike or swim—

I’m keeping my muscles in tune.

On Sunday I worship my Heavenly Father,

And learn about Him and His word.

I try to grow spiritually on that day

And reverently serve the Lord.

It’s easy dividing the days like this

But the truth of the matter is:

I remember the Lord every day of the week,

But Sunday is really His.