David William Breidenthal Poet Rhyme

8 PM

I’m waiting to truly eat as ease
Instead, I write it out as I please 
I’m praying things work out for the better
I’m praying things won’t make me a regretter 

I rinse away the grief, the brief grief
I wonder what’s it like to have relief 
I wince away the pain
I want God’s healing rain

It’s 8 PM…but I won’t be sad anymore
It’s 8 PM, but I won’t be mad to the core
It’s 8 PM…but I will be glad onwards, onwards
I’m in loss of words…I want to be free like birds 

8 AM doesn’t have to be eating hour…
It’s God’s power that makes me hungry
8 PM doesn’t have to be a time to devour
It’s God’s hour to make us be set truly free…

It’s 8 PM and it’s getting darker…
Yeah, I heard her…I heard her
The French fries gives me smiles
From a million miles, million miles 

It’s time to eat…it’s time to eat 
I want to eat Christ’s bread and wine
It’s very neat…it’s a great treat…
I need to repeat God’s word, for it’s a treat!

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