Sunday Alone

by Lucy M. Young

Another Sunday morning, Lord, and I must stay at home
Missing the fellowship, the joy and peace of worship in Your church.
I long for the tranquility I feel on entering Your sanctuary.
There trouble, sadness, worry disappear
My soul rejoices.
My heart, no longer burdened with the problems of my daily life,
Is lifted in Thanksgiving.
Where two or three are gathered in Your name
There You will be among them;
But Lord, when I must worship all alone,
Will You be with me?
Will You be near me, strengthening my faith
And guiding me serenely through the day?
I don't know why I'm questioning Your presence
Because I know when I forget myself and rise above self-pity
That You are with me always.
Even in the darkest depth of sorrow and despair,
I know without a doubt that You answer every prayer if only to say "No".
Your answers may not coincide with what I want to hear;
But You know what is best for me 
And I'll abide by Your decisions, Lord, whatever they may be.
And even though I cannot be in church today
Your everlasting love will comfort me
And fill my heart with hope.