Ujamaa Christian Poetry

SCOTLAND ON SUNDAY


Scotland on Sunday- above the headlines
For every strand of heather, there are two columbines.
Scotland on Sunday-the church bells still ring
Calling out the family name, drop everything.
Scotland on Sunday-the headlines will scream
He died for you and He knows your name.
Scotland on Sunday-at a peaceful café
But all over this world, they're bombs and grenades,
And letters in the wind that call out your name.
Stand up, stand up, come back, come back
Scotland on Sunday-to the Savior's heritage
Cry out, Cry out, from the tartan and crest,
From the foot of the Motherwell cross
From the ship docked to America,
Everything gained yet all is lost.
Scotland on Sunday-desolate street
To the Great South Bay-
Full sail of prosperity,
Left for children to pay.

Written by Richard Beattie

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