Sabbath Day

    “Sabbath Day,” Friend, Feb. 1975, 41

    Sabbath Day

    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.