I
A LITTLE GIRL WAS WATCHING THROUGH THE WINDOW PANE.
AT ALL OF HER PLAYMATES SLOWLY PASSING BY.
SHE TURNED AND ASKED HER MOTHER
"IS CHURCH WHERE THEY ARE GOING?"
"I GUESS SO SAID HER MOTHER TODAY IS SUNDAY MORN."
II
WHY CAN'T YOU SEE I'M BUSY PLEASE RUN OUT AND PLAY.
FOR I DON'T HAVE THE TIME TO GO TO CHURCH TODAY.
HER LITTLE EYES WERE BLIND WITH TEARS
SHE RAN INTO THE STREET
A SPEEDING CAR WITH AN AWFUL THUD
BROUGHT HER MOTHER TO HER FEET.
III
AS SHE HELD HER DYING DAUGHTER SHE HEARD HER FAINTLY SAY,
"MOMMY WHY'S THE SKY SO DARK? IS IT NOW TOO LATE TO PRAY?"
HER GRIEF WAS PLAINLY WRITTEN FOR EVERY ONE TO SEE.
AS SHE RECALLED HER DAUGHTER'S FINAL HUMBLE PLEA.
CHORUS
"WHY DON'T WE GO?" SAID THE LITTLE GIRL.
"IT'S STILL EARLY AND I KNOW THAT WE HAVE TIME.
I HEARD SUNDAY SCHOOL DON'T START TILL AFTER NINE.
PLEASE MOMMY CAN'T WE GO? GOD'S TELLING US IT'S TIME."