Mr Head Has An Aching
Once upon a time,
Mr. Head had an aching,
longing for comfort,
He slept overtime
but he found upon waking
no balm for his hurt
Roaming and roaming
frustrated at no relief,
he cried, "My mind's pressed"
Groaning and groaning
looking to God with belief
Mr. Head found rest.
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Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2016
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