Sunday Morning Coming Down

A friend on Facebook mentioned Johnny Cash yesterday and the following song immediately came to mind. It really is bittersweet and brings back many memories of heartache and very bad choices. I certainly don’t know Kris Kristofferson, he wrote the song, or Johnny Cash, one of many who sang the song; still it seemed at the time it was written especially for me. Too many times this song described me.

Those who have followed my blog know that I battled drugs and alcohol. Those days are long behind me and I am ever grateful they are. God’s grace reached me and continues to cover me. Everyday I see college kids/friends/family taking this road and it breaks my heart. They know they are making wrong choices and many who love them have tried to warn them of the destruction that lies ahead. Still they “party” on, living recklessly, living for the moment, living as though they are invincible.

Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn’t hurt.
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn’t bad,
So I had one more for dessert.
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I’d smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs I’d been picking.
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playing with a can that he was kicking.
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
And Lord, it took me back to something that I’d lost
Somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I’m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there’s nothing short a’ dying
That’s half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singing.
Then I headed down the street,
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I’m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there’s nothing short a’ dying
That’s half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

Below is a verse written to me and all who have been cleaned up. 🙂

1 Cor 6:11 A number of you know from experience what I’m talking about, for not so long ago you were on that list. Since then, you’ve been cleaned up and given a fresh start by Jesus, our Master, our Messiah, and by our God present in us, the Spirit. (from THE MESSAGE)

3 comments for “Sunday Morning Coming Down

  1. Meowmix
    April 23, 2010 at 12:59 pm

    Excuse me, Janice. Greg: ……and you say you’re from the South!!

  2. April 22, 2010 at 3:47 pm

    That’s a great song and Kristofferson’s version was far better than Cash’s version. But then I was never much of a Johnny Cash fan … never thought he could sing a lick, unless you like the one note he did sing. Looking back sure gives you an appreciation of grace, doesn’t it?

    It certainly does! Appreciation of grace and a heart of thankfulness!

  3. Meowmix
    April 21, 2010 at 2:13 pm

    “I stand amazed” at your story, Janice. I have always been inspired and motivated by your honesty and willingness to share to benefit anyone who may be where you were. How I wish my niece could sit down and talk to you……………

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